So Many Things

by Ben Pickard   Oct 10, 2017

I believed if you gave me wings,
I would fly.
That muddy ink would flow
like quicksilver,
and my words would suddenly
melt your heart.
Foolishly I thought, if I sparked
a feeble flame,
the cavern I inhabited would
be fluorescent -
awash with the kind of brilliance
only others see.

These many years have brought
no respite at all:
There are no wings;
no shimmering caverns -
only dampened wicks and ink that sticks
like mud to my page.

I believed I could fly.
I believed so many things.


Ben Pickard 2017


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  • 4 weeks ago

    by MariAnn C.

    I love the detail in this. I pick up on both enthusiasm and despair.-
    A truly excellent piece. Thank you for writing it.


  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    Ok Ben, so I totally suck! How did this amazing write get past me? Oy Vey! I have no words for this write-truly amazing.

  • 1 month ago

    by Paul Hirst

    Great poem well deserved winner

    • 1 month ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Dagmar, Paul and Shane - thank you.

  • 1 month ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Congrats Ben on your win

  • 1 month ago

    by S s...

    Congratulations Ben

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