Wilfrid Chin Sue says that poetry <br />is about ‘about’, and thank you Wilf <br />for that, and thanks too from us poets all <br />to e.e.cummings for reminding us <br />that lurking in the words between <br />the words we give most value to <br />like nouns and verbs and adjectives <br />are the words that hint, <br />about the presence of the subtle <br /> <br />so here’s a love poem about your about <br /> <br />because when it comes down or up <br />to it, it’s all about just what’s about <br />you – like the scent you loved to use <br />which brought and brings <br />you into an empty room <br /> <br />and the things you left about <br />which speak of you <br />more subtly even than your scent <br /> <br />and your near… ah yes, your near…that's never far from me <br /> <br />and your around <br />that made eyes light up, with life and joy and love <br /> <br />and your between <br />which I shall not speak <br />(about) <br /> <br />and the because of our true together <br />which I could write (about) endlessly <br />because of its endless, its inexplicable, <br />its because <br /> <br />which reminds me of your beyond, <br />which I would not write (about) in case <br />I wept, or failed, or failed and wept <br /> <br />oh so many other, being one <br />but most of all <br /> <br />I miss your <br />around<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0008-a-love-poem-in-a-new-old-language/
