To Catch A Word Poem by Charl JF Cilliers
To Catch A Word
Memories snap past
like blurred views
from many trains…
so little remains
of standing still.
Again and again,
in its ageing haste,
like a blotching pen
the heart spills out its waste.
And in his every room
the pages of vast,
half-empty visions lie
crumpled on the carpet
like flowers, tight shut,
trying still to uncurl and bloom
after they have been cut.
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