How Am I Supposed To Hold It? by Wes Thompson

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How Am I Supposed To Hold It?

I'd leave what is left
from the few pages I turned
If I was so deft
to learn to unlearn
but still I remain
to dispense sentiment
fragile permanence
laced in our testament
wrists bound by remembrance
fields of spring in full bloom
a tantrum, in petals construed
expendable beauty presumed
must the throne of the soul
dismantle faith to survive
night stars bled of light
for the sun to revive

Wes Thompson

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Callie Carroll (2/28/2008 8:32:00 PM)
Some intriguing phrases (fragile permanence, wrists bound by remembrance, and others) but I could garner more meaning for myself if you would help me with a little punctuation The rhythm sings for me!

Oh, is contrue a typo or your own creation?


Wes Thompson ( Columbus, Ohio)