Knots

                        Knots

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Every word was once a poem.  ~ Emerson

We try to tie a knot to give some truth

To life, our lives.  At times this means red grace,

A bow of silk.  We fondly think our youth

Was beautiful and tie it into place

With wilful sentiment, yet youth was fraught

With pain not shown in photographs retained

In picture albums.  Youth is more a clot

Than crimped crochet.  Some knots, too tight, are strained

With tension as in marriage vows since love,

Romantic love, is tied with sex.  As time

Goes by, life places other things above

Such stuff.  The hearts tied up no longer rhyme.

  One knot some tie (Antigone the bride)

    Gives ultimate concision — suicide.

Phillip Whidden