The secret by Connor Deeks

The secret by Connor Deeks

Two boys discover a super secret

secret, so secret its subtlety hurts

the two to secure it so secretly.

I don't know the secret but it seems bad,

The sadness seeping from their little eyes,

The pain they hold to hold to the secret.

They had found it by accident early

this morning when they were playing outside,

stumbled upon it would be accurate.

Their strength subsides when their parents come home,

Try as they might, the secret slips through them,

Secretly telling mommy the secret.

The secret screams of something very small,

So unimportant to someone older,

Mommy says to keep secrets safe next time.

The two boys simmer with smiles hiding their 

Anger, no one seems to suppose the crap

Secret is smart or important but them.

They believe in their secret, but tries as 

They might, their secret dissipates away,

No one will truly know what they had found.

They take their secret to their old sister,

Spilling their cherished belonging to her,

But she smirks and pats them out of her room.

With no one to share in their great secret,

They return out to their super secret,

And bury it to save the secret again.

Why share a secret so important with

those who so easily scatter it down,

Save it for another team of two boys.

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Poem of the Day: The Secret

Posted: Fri, 03 May 2013 00:00:00 -0600

Two girls discover   

the secret of life   

in a sudden line of   

poetry.

I who don’t know the   

secret wrote   

the line. They   

told me

(through a third person)   

they had found it

but not what it was   

not even

what line it was. No doubt   

by now, more than a week   

later, they have forgotten   

the secret,

the line, the name of   

the poem. I love them   

for finding what   

I can’t find,

and for loving me   

for the line I wrote,   

and for forgetting it   

so that

a thousand times, till death   

finds them, they may   

discover it again, in other   

lines

in other   

happenings. And for   

wanting to know it,   

for

assuming there is   

such a secret, yes,   

for that   

most of all.

Denise Levertov, “The Secret” from O Taste and See: New Poems. Copyright © 1964 by Denise Levertov. Used by permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.