Inscrutable
The river fills her body
like handwriting on a scrap
folded into a book
and found years later.
No one reads that language.
Undiscovered,
she remains closed, cleansed,
awaiting interpretation.
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“Inscrutable” was first published in Volume 3, Issue 1 of Ink in Thirds. Thank you, Grace Black, for taking this piece!
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Wonderful poem Robert!
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Thanks very much, Dwight.
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I love the space left around the words in this poem, Robert – at the end I was still relishing the taste.
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Thank you, Leslie. I like the idea of allowing readers to fill in the blanks. I’d rather be left wanting than be overfilled. 🙂
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Loved it.
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Thank you very much!
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Nice reflections photographically and poetically
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Thanks, Derrick. The photo is from morguefile.com.
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A river that fills her body like handwriting on a scrap…… No one reads this language.. Undiscoverable… A coded language. Mmmm epic poem. Like it.
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I’m so pleased it resonates for you. Thank you.
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Yep, it does and it has a vibrant effect as well…. Nice poem. Like it.
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