Considering a Career
Sometimes, an economy
and elegance of phrase.
Sometimes, a thought re-thought
so seldom it seems almost new.
Sometimes, an image so right,
it glows and warms.
Sometimes, a sadness captured
so succinctly it sounds almost universal.
Sometimes, a small joy
worded in a way that resonates.
Mostly, though, reiteration of the old
in an idiosyncrasy that strives
to become fresh and fails
and a catalogue of ancient complaints
repeated with a painful stridency.
and elegance of phrase.
Sometimes, a thought re-thought
so seldom it seems almost new.
Sometimes, an image so right,
it glows and warms.
Sometimes, a sadness captured
so succinctly it sounds almost universal.
Sometimes, a small joy
worded in a way that resonates.
Mostly, though, reiteration of the old
in an idiosyncrasy that strives
to become fresh and fails
and a catalogue of ancient complaints
repeated with a painful stridency.
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Author's Note
A summing up close to its end.
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I know this feeling: "...reiteration of the old
in an idiosyncrasy that strives
to become fresh and fails"
Thank you, Matt.
"and a catalogue of ancient complaints
repeated with a painful stridency."
So true and so well said.
Thank you, Erika.
"Sometimes, a small joy
worded in a way that resonates."
*
Thank you, Sam.
Beautifully written *
Thank you, Foster.
Nice, esp. like: "a catalogue of ancient complaints
repeated with a painful stridency" as a fine ending. Like too the "sometimes" repetition structuring the piece.
Thank you, Ed.
Every bit of this is familiar, alas. Well said.*
Thank you, Gita.
From joy and discovery to self-doubt, our constant companion. Worth it though, I think. :-)
Thank you, Dianne.
*, Gary. Great close: "a catalogue of ancient complaints
repeated with a painful stridency."