A Singular Arity
In a moment of rapture I still could not capture all that lies "in between"
I was able to gather all the pieces that fractured, but not the one I had seen
I only saw it once, a singular occurrence, and now it is so elusive
My hunt became hunts, I looked back to the front; the results are inconclusive
Don't think for a second that I have abandoned my mission
I know that relentless pursuit will produce fruition
I don't ponder for one moment that I will tire or collapse
I will wait for the bestowment after enough time has elapsed
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
