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The Tip of the Tongue
by
Nancy Rafal

 

Crowding the tip of the tongue
legions of shadowy figures,
places once visited or
longing to be visited
flexible formulas for all of life’s problems
melting memories that meld into incognition
the planets, your face, the name of the dog before this one

All on tongue’s tip, like snowy images on an ancient television
Fine tuning gone, picture fades out and in
Beyond the brink of substance

Crowding the tip of the tongue
More than the number of angels
dancing
on the head of that pin
--Submitted by Nancy Rafal on 2011-05-20.
Post New Comment:
nadia ibrashi:
Lovely poem. Thanks.
Posted 06/03/2011 09:46 PM


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