Nov 2016
Some things must be spoken
They cannot be contained
Confined to the page
Or worse
Never released as words
Some ideas should be shared
Far too big for one to lock away
And keep concealed
At risk
Of being buried with their keeper
Some rivers overflow their banks
Unbounded by the past
Too much too fast
Seeking
New paths, new hope, new life
They cannot be contained
Confined to the page
Or worse
Never released as words
Some ideas should be shared
Far too big for one to lock away
And keep concealed
At risk
Of being buried with their keeper
Some rivers overflow their banks
Unbounded by the past
Too much too fast
Seeking
New paths, new hope, new life
I wrote this poem by dictating into the phone while walking the dog — which suggested the first line — and it progressed from there.
(SF Bay Area)
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