#comma
the actor says there is no comma
the playwright states “it’s implied!”
the actor says “no it’s not”
the playwright rejoinders
“then put the **** comma in!”
the poet witnessed this in living color,
tonight,
at the Guggenheim Museum (NYC)
~
this interaction
left me hard a thinking
where is the obligation?
must I walk the reader down the path
provide a handrail for him to semi-self-guide
with white painted pebbles two sided astride a path stating
pause here for a ,
this-away this-away
or
am I to be mere assumed to be subsumed
fully into their consciousness and ethereally understood
accepting the cadence desired as an
under stood
by we two
two parties,
we united states,
we, the investor and the invested
alack
these is no director to give guidance;
the reader must
intuit
what is the it
the it
the writer desires, they/we/us/them
must be as one
the comma is needed not
implied means though invisible
the writer is invisible
but the needed pause,
is not
he simply stays, think how to speak it,
find the way that pleases your ears,
manipulate mollify modulate
your breathing
intrigue your mind, find the ways to
betterment share with another
find the cadence
to make the meaning to/of
you-the-reader, you-the-envisioner
the con+joined listener
a sacred sacrifice of joining, a combining,
a conjoining….of understanding <nml>
9:57pm Mon Feb 9 ‘26
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 9:55 PM UTC
Summer's gone
Falling
leaves upon the lawn
Summers gone
Falling,
leaves upon the lawn
a memory
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 8:56 AM UTC
Commas are what I fear the most,
They change
I love you
To
I hate this feeling.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
#**I dislike the comma
Whips words while walking
Placed between two words
Whips the former and warns latter to behave and keep space
The comma is a pain
I love it
When words walk without whips
And breathe Free**#
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
*** is a four lettered word
flaunted by very bad vowels
fevered to ecstacy
by all tangled-up adjectives
Then pounded into submission
by perverted nouns
that take their free liberty
of the subjective
Once surrounded
by the iniquity of the parentheses
you will only utter commas
at the Benediction
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
You asked me my name in your first remark
We sat on opposite ends of a question mark
You were dashing - made me pause,
me, this independent clause
standing alone,
I made sense on my own
But I answered you anyway.
Ellipses.
Now you are the verb in my heart’s contraction
I am the subject and you are the action
An Interrogative with a Declarative reaction
An Exclamatory and then an Imperative attraction
Ellipses.
Your lips ease
Me, the direct object of your affection,
but never sentenced to an apostrophe’s possession
perhaps more true- a plural “s” suggestion
and the excitement behind an exclamation point’s inflection
The semi-colon understands
We can be on our own, but we want to stand
together
where our letters
aren’t fetters,
but the typesetter’s
better measure
of linguistic pleasure.
We communicate through metaphors and similes
Like the birds and the bees
We speak across homophone lines
to keep a census of our senses at all times
Because words said aloud have allowed
us to find meaning behind the utterance of sound-
mere words and phrases
jumping off of pages
into brain and heart and soul
when the parts become a whole
And with the syntax, punctuation, grammar, and usage
I’m a hopeless semantic always trying to ****** it
Language- yours I understand through the myriad.
Words can’t capture you. Period.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
In a comma state of mind
I look but all I find
Is the nothingness you left behind
Nothing in my head
No meaning in what you said
Nothing in my heart
You tore that all apart
Nothing in my feelings
You just left me reeling
In a comma state of mind
I look but all I find
Is the nothingness you left behind
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
Yes.
I wedged a comma between us.
But there was already an infinity stretching and you still haven't seen it.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
mula sa bintana ng mga katotong tahanan
may pinaghuhugutan balitang pinagkainan
merong budbod di-umano ang bibingka sa bilao
madalas di-ginugusto,,minsan nama'y napapa-tipo.
bihira man ang daloy sa hiwa ng pagkakataon
nariyan pa rin ang kuro at haka sa loob ng kahon
sa tulong ng walang patumanggang bulong na hindi naririnig ang tunog
sa likod ng pulang bilang matatanaw may abiso sa kidlat na walang kulog.
ilako ang lakbay ng himay sa mga nagdidilang anghel
para mahumpay ang tamlay mula sa pader na papel
ibahagi ang natatanging kuwento sa oras ng hanay ng kasarinlan
mag-manman sa likuran bago dumating at gumawa sa tambayan
matabunan man sa araw-araw ang pag-apaw ng dalaw sa estado
wag mag atubili,hataw lang sa paggalaw muling ibangis ang talento
bagamat ano mang bulwak meron ang katha sa salamin,matapos na
maisulat
sa ere man hanggang sa paglapag ng tuyong dahon,may mangha na ipamu-mulagat
sapagkat hinde mababanaag sa mga nilakaran
ang iniwang bakas sa pinanggalingang upuan
dahil ang dati nang puting kulay sa loob na 'ala pang bahid
magkukulay dilaw sa pagkakaroon ng matimtimang masid
at kung ang inaasahan ay taliwas sa nakatakda,,alin lang yan sa dalawa :
bumilis ang pagbagal ng patak kaya manunumbalik ang dati nang sigla
o malamang na mangamba sa pakiwaring hindi daratnan dahil sa
pagkaantala?
kung magkagayo'y ituloy lang ang pagkasabik sa pagtatapos pagkat
magkakabunga!
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
Red or yellow leaves
A nature covered by some snow
And the trees need the sunlight.
Copyright © Marieta Maglas
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
Sleep depravation leads to many fun things,
Like commas,
And sea dragons,
And low self esteem,
Being happy leads to several exciting things!
Like exclamation marks!
And dolphins!
And a sexually transmitted disease!
Anger leads to lots of frustrating things.
Like periods.
And humans.
And bullets handed out for free.
So with all these great feelings, creating such magic!
How in the world could life be so tragic.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC