Scattered verbs and adjectives;
Fragments of a life.
An incomplete arpeggio,
Disharmonic, chimes.
A thousand grains of sand, they say,
Still don’t make a cove.
And the waves’ continue lapping,
To wash away what I’ve known.
A twisted conch of ivory;
I lift, but hear no ocean.
Just scattered verbs and adjectives,
The ephemeral scent of notion.
|