The why


The why haunts my days,
runs like mad froth
across my bared teeth.

The why is a feral animal,
ominous with hindsight
and a sense of wild marvel

– just before doubt
speared all possible footfalls
in the possible –

The why is I.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-03-02 at 19:30

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John Ashleigh
"Why is a feral animal" -- I just love your metaphorical use of language. A very unique way of expressing 'why'. I enjoyed reading this. 5/5.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-03