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We Trace Words
by Wayne TateDown
down
down
we trace words
abandoned as leaves
they fall
through impulse
we dive
through pulse
we refrain
nestling the black
confronting the white
stealing the tracings of a pen to page
for life
for reason
we understand
we fathom
With ease we shift
from left
to right
front
to back
interject
we ^
we confuse
we trace the words
as cryptic casualties to seasons
calling
recalling
disguised
laid bare
a lifetime to reflect
a second to discern
then stripped and lost
for the next life to find. 11/29/2008 Author's Note: please
Posted on 11/29/2008
Copyright © 2025 Wayne Tate
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/30/08 at 04:46 AM Great, great ending, man. Awesome work. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/30/08 at 08:37 AM Welcome to pathertic! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/30/08 at 07:09 PM "they fall
through impulse
we dive
through pulse
we refrain"
wonderful way to take the pulse of the compulsion for impulsive writing... Never know when the impulse will dive you to the bottom of an inky pen... Welcome to Pathetic! I enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 12/02/08 at 08:48 PM I really enjoy the unique layout of this piece... your personality shines through your writing... welcome.... |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/09/09 at 09:14 PM Yep, you capture it simply. That is what we do tracing black on white the pinions of our minds. |
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