unintended readings

The poet says this one is about the thin wall between the "creative life" and the "real life" (which in his case does not seem to be so much a wall as a portal, open 24/7).


unintended readings

How brazenly we play each card
to match our wits and strategy.
As if we held the fates' on leash
to lead or heel as was our will.

Eyes that glimmer, sounds unbound
that slip away without our choice.
Gestures, and the subtext intimate,
that testify against our voice.

We are scattered pages of many books,
laid open to prying eyes our passages,
footnotes and citations often Greek, op.cit,,
praying for a little enlightened literacy.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.