Wisdom
To Maureen Hendrie
Wisdom unrepresented. Untapped. Experienced, yet doomed to die and pass on the unknown.
The scars of time run trench ere the brow. The fields withdraw further.
The cheek retreats from the world.
Is wisdom a selfish gift? Does its possession withdraw oneself into oneself in all aspects?
Cannot be so. Maybe it’s nature is unrepresentable? A fount so vast to pass it on require more than word of mouth.
A tragedy it seem-est so.
(2014)
Well I wrote this poem when I was at dinner with my Granny- Listening to her talk combined with her aged appearance is basically what this poem is about.
