Wonder at Will

Posted in quatorzain by maggie on 2006/12/01
Wonder at Will

Yeah, everyone here's different in some way.
They each have eyes that see what I can't see
Of images their fluent tongues portray.
All my mirror ever paints is me.

I blame myself. I've been away too long
so nothing feels the way it used to feel.
I'm only passing through. I don't belong
And don't expect my work to be ideal.

The other poems in here, back to the start,
I've read them all, from stunning to poignant to botched,
And every single one comes from the heart.

So yeah, I see them different. I'm not great
So I've no madness needing to be watched
Nor, like my body, words to carry weight.

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