VigilantePoets

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Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Elusive

The Poet, the Artist,
The Yearning Heart speaks _ or makes a feeble attempt.

Fragments and phrases;
Blurred word pictures;
Elusive insights and such fragile dreams just out of reach.

Percolating, anticipating,
No end to the waiting.

Beauty and confusion mingle;
Questions linger;
Grasping vapors while the Poet spills his ink.

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