…. and I wondered as I wrote the poem
if the weight on either side of the words
were sufficiently balanced to hold the
poem in check. So that when read aloud
the meaning would be pivotal, hanging
on to unsaid words, implied in partiality
by my favorite phraseology and method,
a potpourri of high, lows and in between.
Oh, wonder of wonders, can you believe
all that applause for just one small poem?
Thank you so much for all your kindness.
It’s more honor than one should receive.
There’s a delicate art in being discreet, yet
forceful. Not for the faint hearted or meek.