The Few From Oh So Many
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Few of us are fattened by the experience of reading the words of other poets, many of whom are surely passed to where swords are laid to rest their mightier strength spread as the petals of their immortality. Yet their words from yesterday remain to feed my sensibilities and bend my imagination as if nothing had changed as if I had not been molded, heated, shaped and bent by the passage of my time, and now by the feels they left behind. It makes me wonder if indeed my own words will be attenuated and dispersed, only to become the flotsum that bobs along as the scum on a stagnant stream. What is it that takes me to assume there is any permanence or purpose in my continued scribbling when their's is only understood by those who stop and take the time to sift through the musty pages, to blow away the moldy dust that lies filtering away the brightness of what they left for us to read: The few from oh so many. © Allen Ansell 2022
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