Leave nothing out

Love appreciated, she thought,
is a well-wrought poem,
each gesture essential,

 any omission a violence,
an ignorance
of what is necessary.

Elision may support a lie,
ellipsis an efficiency,

yet speaking a tongue
we only half-shared,

how could we know
what was true,
and what expendable?

The last stanza, she thinks,
should say nothing,
leave nothing out.



  1. Most mystical, Cate – love your moon imagery parallels

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    1. Thanks, Jazz. It’s a challenge to illustrate this kind of poem — and hard to go wrong with moon images.

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