Today's poem is by Myrna Stone


Who first spoke you, word
of ambiguity and whimsy?

You are loathe to commit,
the very soul of supposition

while escaping our tongues.
From you mayhap, mayhem,

the buzz of be and the tonic
of illusion that untethers us

from our own lurid histories
of befuddlement and failure.

And if we are your infatuates,
gullible and fractious, finding

farce and foolery irresistable,
we are likewise your abettors

plucking petals from daisies,
your idlers, dreamers, lovers

who never fail to hear in you,
huckster, your whiff of hope.

Copyright © 2005 Myrna Stone All rights reserved
from River Styx
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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