Were It True

Were it true
I would be there
I am not
it is not.

So asleep
at time for bed
at one deep
in wooly words.

Word again
repeated hotly
sells itself
cut rate.

Room’s corner
unexamined
collects the un-
swept meanings.

Old ears hear
on the floor there
dust of dialogue
avoiding clarity.

The child me
would have sat there
with a blanket
finger in it.

Can’t be good
or understood
too far gone
for my millstone.

Vocable dross
lightly refused
clings like web
dingy as love.

Were it true
I would be there
I am not
it is not.

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About mrsorenson

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2 Responses to Were It True

  1. Nice write your vocab has definetly grown since you began writing. 5/5

    • mrsorenson says:

      Thanks. In some poems, vocabulary is big, in some poems, not. I began writing over half a century ago, and so there is a lot of vocabulary to pull from. all the best.

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