The Lost

words

drizzling from lips

tongue spun tales

of this great self

accomplished knowledge

pouring forth

at the wrinkled face

silenced

and bent of time

the wisdom

burdened sage

knods understanding

the pause unquieted

nothing has been gained

the gifted nugget

not held

not to be found

in words still spilling always

lost

for want of grasping

 

-Elyse Bontrager

 

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