What We Know but Can’t Describe

a priori perfection.

**What Matt said.

Thank you, Nonnie.
Thank you, Matt.

"But, pressed to define each one,
we fail."

So true. Enjoyed.

But, we try again each day as if
our lives depend upon our knowing
them. Which, of course, they do.

Amen. *

Thank you, Erika.
Thank you, Tim.

Thank you, Erika.
Thank you, Tim.

*, Gary. Intelligent poetry. Written just right.

Thank you, David.

SOOoooo much packed into those two stanzas, Gary. Great piece.

Good and terse.
I think the job of the poet is to define those big, ever-expanding things. Poets and artists.
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Thank you, Gita.

The title drew me here and I was not disappointed. Especially the length confirms the depth of the issue like a haiku represents the more the shorter it is.

Thank you, Marcus.

Thank you. Sam.

I like the categories this poem sets up: recognition, definition, knowledge. Does our knowledge of abstractions depend upon our ability to define them? Isn't recognition a kind of knowledge? If our lives depend on our successfully defining these abstractions but if we "have ever failed" at doing so, then are we not really living? I hope you know what I mean. I can't quite describe the question I'm asking here.

(I love poems, like this one, that push me to think about things.)

Thank you, Bill.

Vintage Hardaway--which means astute and meaningful. Lovely stuff!

Thank you, Darryl.

Beautiful, Gary. This piece got me all choked up. Masterful.

Thank you, Joey.

Pretty upbeat. And of course you're correct.

Thank you, Steve.