This Nameless Thing

This Nameless Thing

What art would attempt expression
when faced with love this intense,
and aspire to the invention
of accurate utterance?

My love defies definition
and derides its audience,
it escapes cute explanation
and eludes my eloquence.

Even the world's foremost writer
could never hope to translate
this nameless thing that a lover
feels, yet can't communicate—

save by nuance and inflection
of endearing sentiment,
and the steamy, primal passion
of a love self-evident.




Poetry by Melie Bacon
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Written on 2012-04-27 at 21:11

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ngaio Beck
Poetry as poetry should be.
2014-02-20



It's so easy to hear the strong, steady rhythm in your poems. You have a fantastic ear and an exceptional flair for traditional verse form.
2012-04-28