If I Fail to Wonder

Do I write about what I see or create what I see by writing about it?

An interesting question.

If I Fail to Wonder

Today, if I fail to wonder,
the robin resting in her nest,
a crown of woven twigs,

pine needles, and mud harvested
from the garden’s damp earth,
will hardly notice the imp

scaling the stolid oak,
hiding in dark hollows between
a braille of bark and knots twisted

as tightly as pain, its greedy heart
coveting the flesh and nectar
warm within this mother’s blue, blue eggs.

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7 thoughts on “If I Fail to Wonder

  1. This poem is a puzzle, S. Thomas. Does the imp covet the sustinance or the comfort of that egg? .Love the “braille of bark and knots twisted as tightly as pain.” Another good one. Very good!

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  2. Well that’s quite a challenge. Just think of the responsibility you have if you’re not just reporting what you observe but are creating by writing about it. What’s the motivation in that case? Interesting…

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