Aha! Gotcha, you think!
When you spy the letter
But can’t make that utterance!
This is where you realize,
(only if you’re a random reader here 😛 )
That it never as it seems
In this topsy-turvy place!
There’s things that say
A lot, in their absence
And much that shouts from here
Unheard, unacknowledged, quite undone.
Like this, errm, knot.
It can tie you up in ways
That make its maker proud
Arrogant, even, on occasion.
Cruel? Well, sometimes, that’s inescapable
For the said creator.
Why obfuscate, you might wonder,
When clean lines, no knots, are what
You’d like to see.
Never you mind!
What about them knots
You tie yourself up in?
What of those you have to swallow?
What of those that rise, unbidden
From the gut, and grow,
Hulk-like, when emotions rage?
My thoughts knot up too
When I consider the irony;
Nimble fingers, they quite know
How the ropes may be freed
The lines, the threads, even, tresses…
Lucky at cards, unlucky in love
That thought niggles, all of a sudden
But not knots that tie me up
Fashioned by love, or what passes for it
Rising from the well of acknowledgement
Drawn by the pails and wails of empathy
In the moist fields of tears, that never flow.
Them knots, soggy, swollen.
Will they ever come undone?
A sudden thought surfaces –
Do I want them to?
12 April, 2018 – hours late 🙂 for the Day#11 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018. Yet another forced write, as you can see 😀