Saturday, March 12, 2016


Beneath the dense texture of his experience
I located something deep
Uncontainable in a string of adjectives
Inferred more in dream or sleep
A compendium of qualitative attributes split
The gap between what is meant and said
Though it is some intrinsic probity i recall
Than memories with him, of dread
To foreground this thing i call good
I eschew the semantic muddle
Hinting at, perhaps, an unknowable quantity
That would, the most adroit rhetorician, befuddle
Sometimes a word insufficiently, reveals
What one, beyond signifying mnemonics, feels.