How can we hold harmless
the jealousy of poets,
artists of the mind who articulate
where others flounder,
dry-docking on their facts?

Words spoken burn daylight
and time cannot retract itself,
no excusing, bowing out.

Forgive us then, the endless pondering,
refining knee-jerks, transforming;
editing reserved for the pensive
turning corners with phrases,
rounding bends of the imagination.

4 comments on “Circuitous”

  1. Thank you, Bela!

  2. And I thank you, Bela. You shall teach me to refine my knee jerks, one day. 🙂

    • Haha, VL, perhaps. It’s a process, for sure. But one I’d rather do in writing than in speech. I’m always thinking of a better way to have said something after the fact. Aloha, friend.

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