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Discretion

by Richard Vince

There’s a proverb here somewhere,
But will it mean anything to her?
There’s a fine line between
Innocence and ignorance: words
She can define but not apply.

What use are words when
They mean so little individually,
But she cannot see their meaning
As a whole?

She was caught in a cloudburst
That never ended: the words
Still rain down on her, cold
And separate and never enough
To make a river.

Words fascinate her; they pique
Her curiosity and make her
Smile; but will they ever be
Enough to sweep her away?

02/24/2011

Posted on 07/03/2011
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 07/04/11 at 12:46 AM

Words are always abstract until we put them in some context by using our mind or our body to make them come alive. The words we put on paper may or may not strike a cord within someone else participating in our poetry by reading it. I like this piece and I try to work as much on understanding innocence as I do guilt. They both have their pitfalls.

Posted by Kristine Briese on 07/04/11 at 08:52 PM

Interesting; makes one wonder about "her"

Posted by Kristine Briese on 07/06/11 at 02:05 AM

Your explanation gives the poem a whole new depth and perspective, and a little irony as well.

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