Dickinson and Other Obscurities as Sunspots
However forgettable you find your voice to be,
you hover on the surface of the sun. ~ Jaime Mathis
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Like Emily you let the others tell
Your hymn-like verses’ quality and state.
You wait for others’ to pronounce their knell.
You never say your poetry is great
But send it like a whisper to the few
Who, unsuspecting, like a hermit, each
Reveals those lines that pose the God-sought clue
To vastness at the core, that do not preach
Because they cause the heart to hear without
The need for trivia and facts like ears.
These readers know the passages that pout
With truth like prophecy devoid of fears.
..A rosebud opens and it never seeks
….To be explained. Eternity needs leaks.