Well, I may aspire
to something more exotic,
may wish to drift through mist
and leave behind some trace scent,
not quite definable
May wish to leave you feeling
here was something subtle and profound —
It moved me, though I can’t tell
what it is . . .
But at this time, it seems my pattern
is more earthbound —
My words roll and clatter
along the tracks my thoughts made
in oft repeated play
If I try to make them
say something important
They get much worse.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 15, 2014
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