Substituted Words
(“Above all that you guard, watch over your heart, for out of it are the sources of life.” Proverbs 4:23)
I substituted words for the words I forgot,
I rearranged numbers for the numbers not
remembered,
and I left uneasy parentheses for action words,
verbs and metaphors I would have used a
decade before.
I rearranged numbers for the numbers not
remembered,
and I left uneasy parentheses for action words,
verbs and metaphors I would have used a
decade before.
Then I could do nothing to sleep, my pain fading this
past week,
but new meds may have sucked things I knew
and threw them past the black hole at the back
of my mind beyond retrieval.
past week,
but new meds may have sucked things I knew
and threw them past the black hole at the back
of my mind beyond retrieval.
I do not mind missing a photo or two,
or misapplying the labels to faces I once knew,
my passion once replaced the empty lags
between the last sentence and the next.
or misapplying the labels to faces I once knew,
my passion once replaced the empty lags
between the last sentence and the next.
I knew so much when I was young,
few songs were unsung,
fewer words left dangling from my tongue,
with point after point strung in neat array,
a necklace of beads and a word bouquet
to take away with you into the night.
few songs were unsung,
fewer words left dangling from my tongue,
with point after point strung in neat array,
a necklace of beads and a word bouquet
to take away with you into the night.
Now I’m not clever enough to offer a single perfume
awaking remembrance of my words. I’m tired
or pained, either one sapping my usual elocution.
awaking remembrance of my words. I’m tired
or pained, either one sapping my usual elocution.
Could I transfer my heart strings to yours, I would not,
out of fear the person pain has made me. I have worn out
my apologies and met someone else face-to-face without
words to describe the tears and frustration that have replaced
the man I once was.
out of fear the person pain has made me. I have worn out
my apologies and met someone else face-to-face without
words to describe the tears and frustration that have replaced
the man I once was.
Fill me now fuller than I’ve ever requested, for the ink smears
with my tears,
and disappears once I wake without dreaming.
with my tears,
and disappears once I wake without dreaming.
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