All Poetry is Arbitrary

by Larry Chamberlin   Jun 1, 2016


Words that are used
to fit the Thought
are cast as stones
against fragile molds:
they betray purpose.

Ideas are attempted
but what is writ
bears third cousin similarity
to the Truth that remains
entrapped in my head.

This futile attempt
to capture Meaning
is spasmodic twitching
to seize will o the wisp
before it recedes
into subconscious bog

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  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Larry, ah yes, I totally hear you! So many times we have words running through our heads and just poof they disappear. You have managed to put all those thoughts and angst in one beautifully written piece-well done!

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Larry, I see you thought a lot about this..

    I love how you relate the 3rd cousin scenario to this wonderful piece because we think, rethink and edit so it does sort of resemble those cousins especially not once but twice removed haha.
    Some thoughts come making beautiful poetry (like this) and others go leaving a lot to the imagination.

    All the best, Em

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello Larry,

    I believe you've succeeded in catching that illusive creature. The kingdom can breathe once more.. Well done, you are a poet of highest order.

    Arise Sir Larry.

    Oh and mind the dogs muck on your way out.

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