Poem: The Urge to Know

The Urge to Know -- clipart

 

                          There is a never in nothing. Perhaps,

                           that is why we breed and

                           build. Perhaps, that is why we

                           replace these palaces

 

                           with the something more

                           our mind conceives. Marble cliffs

                           and grander gardens. Color.

                           Texture. No such thing as a standard

 

                           gray. On a whim, let us rebuild

                           our arrival’s evidence.

                           Here is the face I wore, and there

                           is your body – deliciously

 

                           sweet. How we both loved, then,

                           the digressive meaning.

                           There are some things which never need

                           saying, like the thief who

 

                           reminds you again that he

                           has the gun – as if you could freely

                           move your stunned eyes anywhere.

 

                                                                     ©  Diane Beaty 

 

Please note: The poem in this post is my work, the accompanying photo is a clipart piece.

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