For MacGM
*Promised myself,
The. Big, the really big promise,
That a day will come, of mine own choosing,
Write the nearly perfect one,
Sans flaws, sans common nonsensical,
just brief enough to be long enough
Heated but not burning,
Soothing but yet permitting me to accept the pain,
Exactly right amount of sugar,
Invoking the snap crackle of all my five senses,
Almost flawless, but just almost,
Reading about the sci-fi that came true,
Capturing it in one fell swoop, so easy come,
but all I’ve accomplished,
Is to be still, utter, mutter, then scream,
That perfect poem,
"And that, of course, never happened."
but that is not closure, indeed not,
It’s the doorway to the entrance hall,
Where my writing~breathing occurs,
And say it again, each time I compose:
but just, an ever so slightly flawed, a minor modified version*
~~~
“And that, of course, will happen,
Each and every time
I
Compose”
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MacGM writes me:
I've been trying to write a poem about
how some poems are about things that have never
happened but still have great meaning,
much like a parable or fable.
This reminded me of the line which was my original idea to
build off of that I ended up discarding,
"And that, of course, never happened."
Hopefully reading that has the same vigor it did while thinking it up.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC
For MacGM
*Promised myself,
The. Big, the really big promise,
That a day will come, of mine own choosing,
Write the nearly perfect one,
Sans flaws, sans common nonsensical,
just brief enough to be long enough
Heated but not burning,
Soothing but yet permitting me to accept the pain,
Exactly right amount of sugar,
Invoking the snap crackle of all my five senses,
Almost flawless, but just almost,
Reading about the sci-fi that came true,
Capturing it in one fell swoop, so easy come,
but all I’ve accomplished,
Is to be still, utter, mutter, then scream,
That perfect poem,
"And that, of course, never happened."
but that is not closure, indeed not,
It’s the doorway to the entrance hall,
Where my writing~breathing occurs,
And say it again, each time I compose:
but just, an ever so slightly flawed, a minor modified version*
~~~
“And that, of course, will happen,
Each and every time
I
Compose”
—————————————————————————————-
MacGM writes me:
I've been trying to write a poem about
how some poems are about things that have never
happened but still have great meaning,
much like a parable or fable.
This reminded me of the line which was my original idea to
build off of that I ended up discarding,
"And that, of course, never happened."
Hopefully reading that has the same vigor it did while thinking it up.
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