AND HOW
And how will you
feel then, when the joy
sets back in
and you're no longer left
to wonder what to do
with what was?
O how you will feel then!
- darknite on Caferati.
I wish I could say how much the size of this poem appeals to me. A single clear thought in just as many words as needed.
In many poems, the words run on long after the thought is over. In my cartoon-obsessed brain, its like Tom chasing Jerry over a cliff and past the edge, continuing to run impossibly on, until mid-air, he looks down and realizes he's run out of ground.