Monday, November 1, 2010

Poem, "Fill In The Blanks"


Paul D. Humphrey

Fill in the Blanks w/ Thoughts.

For Thoughts are all there are.

No Words to use,

no Signs to see,

just the thoughts of

We the Mind.

Simple Vowels or rows of Runes

amount to naught, indeed.

The Deed is fruitless.

The Meaning is lost.

Somewhere within my mind

a Rebellion has gone off.

No rebellion is wrong,

the wrong word to use.

Ah, that’s the gist: WORDS!

They fly like Birds, away

from what I want to Say.

Perhaps I Cannot,

though I Ought.


I cannot Express.

And that is what I mean.

(So it would seem.)

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