Among the abstruse words in a line
Those that are written by men to shed light
For their thoughts and emotions deep inside
Lays a secret that must be brought to face,
A message that may be found by someone
Who wishes to dig and decipher means
I applaud those scripters who sit and spend months
Those writers who sketch out scribbles and such
Of liberty and fairness for a point
Or of love and relations that scared the most
These lines they write help fix their troubled plot
They wring out the swirls in everyday thought
They give us their copies of lines and lines
Of basic sounds that follow one another
In same sound endings or vital letters
We read it with simplicity in sound
But the meaning could be a deep secret
That we must learn to study and be found
But that’s just the case we must find out
The secret they hide in lines after lines
We rip through the black and white alphabet
They lay out for us to scavenge through
To worship until the meaning sticks
And we uncover the treasure they marked
So here’s to not only the authors work
But to the ones who care the most to find
What they want to spread and define
To understand is to share with your brain
So it can flourish and get through the rain
Is something to write about next time
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The Secret
by Denise Levertov
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
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