Photo by Caroline Knopf via Magpie Tales
Here’s the unassailable truth:
we will always yearn, toward the horizon,
compelled by an inner voice,
some font of sacred wisdom
that draws us to who
we will become.
And we’ll do so with aplomb,
in a long overcoat, embellished with gold,
we’d thrown over a white dress,
and in our hand a long harpoon for
spearing. Whose heart?
That’s the voice to listen.
Prompt: Jorge Luis Borges in an interview with The Paris Review said that “a poet has maybe five or six poems to write and not more than that. He’s trying his hand at rewriting them from different angles and perhaps with different plots and in different ages and different characters, but the poems are essentially and innerly the same.” I am guessing he’s right. And so my poems seem to be of the yearning type. What about yours? Think about it and write yet another same different poem, will you?