What I do know about anything
Is that I need to know more
That I don’t know it all
To know which I do pore
Before I am under a pall
To know which anything,
Requires a steadfast liver
The gall of a sea devil;
The whole hog, not just a sliver,
The might of a weevil.
I bid my time and wait for next
Moment, beating heart above,
Think of all that I have vexed,
And prepare anew to love.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
What I do know about anything
Is that I need to know more
That I don’t know it all
To know which I do pore
Before I am under a pall
To know which anything,
Requires a steadfast liver
The gall of a sea devil;
The whole hog, not just a sliver,
The might of a weevil.
I bid my time and wait for next
Moment, beating heart above,
Think of all that I have vexed,
And prepare anew to love.
A sonnet written at a crossroads in life, this poem captures an important part of my spirit and also functions as an ID tag let loose into the ocean of the world's poetry!
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