Pretty and unpretty poetry
Death is no parenthesis
but that which we think —
not know — may be,
and that which we offer —
not insist — may be
parenthesized.
But every sentence uttered
aloud is an attempt to connect
and punctuation are just
extra lines and dots
in hopes of drawing a clearer picture.
Sentences are wonderful
beyond exclamation
but don’t you think
they’re woefully primitive, too?
Why, then, would you expect
to be understood by your mere words?
Perhaps all words belong in parenthesis.
Site biography, information
A poem a day keeps the doctor away