One Of Them...

I can't have a favorite poem, I'm too changeable, and adore words too much. But today, this is my favorite:





We're through, we're through, we're through, we're through, we're through
and-- flanking, now, the edges of our schism--
it seems your coldness and my idealism
alone for all this time have kept us true.

Credulous I and hedonistic you:
opposed, refracting angles of a prism
who challenged sense with childish skepticism--
and every known the bulk of mankind knew.


-Jennifer Reeser, "Blue-Crested Cry"

mercurialrain mercurialrain
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2 Responses Jul 14, 2010

Very nice. So deep and so brief and so true. Thanks!

"If" by Richard Kipling