A Life Implied
A life implied;
my solitude and my aloofness,
the form of understatement,
the emergence of a particular kind of narrative.
It lends itself to irony and an unsettling.
There are many works involved,
the silencing of these other voices,
ghosts of things that might have been,
the mingling of their cadences.
They bled into each other.
Writing poetry without realizing
while doing other things.
Always about the entangling
that is always unravelling itself.
Bits and pieces from here and there
I’d love to hear from you and for you to hear from each other. Thanks to those of you who have been responding. I appreciate your interactions.
Lovely.