WilfordA Poem by T.S. UlmusA poem that not about what it's aboutWhat is the name of the one true
dog? Will the utterance of his name make mountains fall and seas swell? Can it even be spoken by man? Perhaps it would take a million
years to voice, perhaps so brief that it could not
be heard. If I knew the name would I know all? Is it math like trigonometry or music or both? A 3-4-5 triangle in the key of b-minor with a great
brass section. Is it spoken through the entire arc
of time through the birth and death of
galaxies? Maybe it's the clatter of the
degradation of virtual quantum particles that
don't even exist. Oh, that's right, I named my dog
Wilford. © 2020 T.S. UlmusAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 29, 2020 Last Updated on June 29, 2020 AuthorT.S. UlmusBennet, NEAboutI try to swerve into a curve that's not rutted by the thoughts of others while clearing the obstacles of the mundane. I like receiving read requests for poetry, but... ya know, good stuff. more..Writing
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