Saturday, May 10, 2014

POEM: "Stretching It"

Stretching it until it breaks again and again, bending every weakness you can find, and sometimes tire of the enterprise. Used to believe it was language I was trying to change, learning how the tricks came. I watched closely and quizzed the magicians of the word. One after another they told me they didn’t know. They spoke sometimes of energy. Sometimes of a place they went. Of some music they heard. The best ones shook their heads and said honestly they didn’t know what it is or where it comes from or what the point is. They took another pull and said, Don’t talk to me about utility. Just do it. Can anyone learn to do it, I asked. They stared. No, not anyone. Some of it is pretty diabolical. But as soon as you can, better to walk your own path. No point getting in everybody's way.

© 2014 Rob Schackne

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