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Has-Been
by Jim MooreWhen you become old,
The act of cursive characters hatched
In a moment,
Paltry as sentences from someone else's hand,
Condemned to paper--white sheet and cumulus.
Will it be enough?
Will it be enough to know the ring of words?
The implied connotations,
The finale as residual as raindrops and diet soda,
A tumult of seconds adding up time;
You dream of it,
Like the flood of a wide-open spigot--
And for an instant, you remember
What it felt like when it flowed.
09/13/2007 Posted on 09/13/2007
Copyright © 2025 Jim Moore
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 09/17/07 at 05:04 PM All I know and feel right now is �to be caught-up in a muse such as yours just now? it is enough to breathe me through another day. This is magnificent reading. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/13/07 at 02:39 PM When pen to paper begins to fade
When words are more a jumbled jade
Then time to count the years of yore
And listen for the angelic score
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