When fathomless places of another
spill out onto my being,
causing deep to soak to deep,
there comes a time and place
when feelings just won’t keep.
Words with their emotions pour
onto napkin, keyboard, page,
leave impressions on my being:
overwhelming joy, grief, outrage.
Word piles into line and verse,
first in droves but then
descending; much more terse.
Until the end is finally found,
and all that’s left upon the ground:
a single line of hope distilled.
© 2011 Todd Jenkins
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