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A Writer's Dilemma... The Limitations of a Craft.

Updated on March 19, 2017

Out On A Limb @ "No Name Key" A Place For Thought...


In Writing He Must

A Conundrum...

Scrutinize the poet, struggling to describe
the ruckus and squabbling of starlings en masse
their blotting out the panorama of blue skies and golden,
like remarkable clouds wavering on command.

Oh, but for words and phrases ever and over again.

The monotony of it- all has been said, poet reasons.
He was merely limiting himself to fragments.

Fragments from a moment in time- the action, scene, or feeling.

Words, could cover this planet black
and never describe adequately,
a Sunrise, or its Setting.

How could one relay the Exuberance of Winning
the Death of Loss, Flavor of Love,
or the Bitterness of Hatred.

And so he concedes- Words are so very limiting indeed;
but piteously, they were all he had.

So be it...


┬ęgreg g zaino 3/19/17


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    • Debangee Mandal profile image

      DEBANGEE MANDAL 5 months ago from India

      Excellent work .. Feelings expressed well in words. Well done!

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      greg g zaino 7 months ago from L'America- Big Pine Key, Florida

      Thank you Whonu.

      I appreciate the read, compliment, and well wishes.

      I needed a break from writing the new novel and came back here quite by accident. I told my friend Steven R Bonniol about this site and he started up a hub this past week of short stories. I said, "why not?" and came back myself for some fun.

      Peace whonu...

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      greg g zaino 7 months ago from L'America- Big Pine Key, Florida

      Ruby Jean, I believe you are on to something!

      I too enjoy good poetry that excites my imagination and presents a vivid picture.

      Walt Whitman was the first poet who I could relate to when I was a young guy still in high school. Hardly seems possible that was over 40 years ago.

      Thank you for your time and input, Ruby.

      peace- greg

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 7 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Words can never express true feelings many times, but poetry coming from the heart is the closest way I know of. Beautiful!

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      whonunuwho 7 months ago from United States

      You seem to have a gift for writing poetry, my friend. Blessings. whonu