It Poem by Douglas Scotney
It
Rating: ★4.5
You know what it is when you see it,
but can't say what it is,
but want to,
so you try to know what it isn't.
It's not nothing;
nor is it a ring on a pretty finger,
though that's closer.
It's not someone hanging around a lover's neck,
though that's closer still.
It is it,
you figure.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
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5/3/2024 2:45:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sounds like trying to get something for your partner without them knowing about it