poetry: when words fail
Even the loftiest of prose hits a brick wall in pursuit of lyrical expression. Thankfully, there’s music. Poetry falls somewhere between the two; verse put to song without accompaniment — words strung together like instruments played on a backdrop of less.
Poetry is the reason why neither a sunrise nor a sunset need words.
As Robert Browning once said,
“God is the perfect poet.”
Below is a growing archive of selected poems written over the years, when I couldn’t find the words otherwise.
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