volley of words

and the words
as arrows whistle
through the air, none
of them connecting, all
of them disappearing into
the distance, lost in the
horizon of the forever
in your eyes. 

i survey the volley into the valley
and none of my words have hit.

and maybe that's it.
a volley of words is
ineffectual - unable
to do what real live
action can do. the
curse of the poet
to know in words
what to do, but be
unable to turn
words into
action.

 

 

 

 

i enjoyed reading this. i

i enjoyed reading this. i particularly like this part (which it think should be the end of the poem):

the
curse of the poet
to know in words
what to do, but be
unable to turn
words into
action.

thanks, hipj

it's certainly shorter than most. ;)

it's actually cuts from a longer piece.

i'll see if i can't play with the order of these more (sometime!) and maybe even condense more...

thanks again.

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