August 12, 2013

Diagnosis isn’t Cure

By viewingcamelot

Words, heaps of labels,
Only He
Knows what lies beneath
Truth and fables.

Never wine and roses,
But I remember
The sweet taste of September,
The salt fish in our noses.

I find I’m still scared
I’ll never be
Easy to love, easy to see
So undone, so unprepared.

I waste words like this,
Trying in vain,
To diagnose the rain
That falls because it is.

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2 responses to “Diagnosis isn’t Cure”

• wordcoaster
  August 13th, 2013 at 4:00 am

  Yes, yes, yes! I love this–I love all of your poems so much. 😀

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• viewingcamelot
  August 13th, 2013 at 1:08 pm

  And I love yours. 😀 You have such an engaging poetic voice, but what I love most is your sense of humor. Some of your poetic social observations crack me up.

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