adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Order, a poem

ORDER

I put these words in place
so they might speak their lines
but, alas, discover
they have their own minds.
Allusion proves elusive
and my meanings stray --
One may order language
but it does not obey.

Stephen Brooke ©2012

I do suppose this could be made into a longer poem but I'm doubting there's really anything else to say without becoming somewhat redundant.

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