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