To be, or not to be?
To know what to say,
or whether to say it.
To loose one’s breast-felt feelings
before their season fails.
To decide
what is fitting,
or might damage,
be ignored,
or be spurned.
Suffer, does the fool,
for the promise of love,
while ships pass by in midnight’s glove.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
Really great use of poetics for when words fail us. Metaphor isn’t much needed either; vagaries are aptly suitable and this is one of the only cases of life when that’s true. It’s not taken lightly but the feelings of absolutely not knowing how to react or what to even say is very clear. Talk about oxymorons!
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Yes, we fools, even the old ones, have things pent up that need dealing with.
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