New Word
A poem by Marietta Calvanico
New Word
for myself as much as it is for K
Perfection is overrated
worshipped from a distance
it is just another false god
Much advice comes unbidden
and too much talk of potential
plainly bores me
my good intentions scatter like roaches
I, too, search for purpose
which presently eludes me daily
and I ask you:
Why is the past so important anyway?
Sometimes it is a bad detour
waiting to push you backward
Take what I have found
share it with me
I give you:
Possibilities
About the Author:
Marietta Calvanico has lived a rich and varied life. She built a career in advertising/marketing, worked with her architect husband, raised a daughter who is a teacher, and played bass in dive bars. She has shared her homes with many cats. Her poetry, fiction and memoir pieces have appeared on line and in print.
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