April 3,
1983 10:00 a.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"A Few Words"
Other wild diaphanous spirits
Skating their words on the iceflow with ease
Leave me sulking in wonder
As I read their winsome words
And their rave reviews
These useful chroniclers
of the human psyche
Seem to burst with creativity
While I seem to sit
With the burdens of humanity
Sloping my shoulders
Could I but touch
these spirits
By simply reading their words
then communication
Would return rushing to my bower
Setting my ravaged brain whole
The spirits fly
on
Skating through cloudy intrusions
And I yearn to listen
So that I too may
At once speak with knowledge
copyright 1999-2008 by Michael F. Nyiri
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