Here's to poetry and spring and new beginnings.

A poem on the theme of origins, with a twist, of course!

I try to forget now,
how it began:

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First, the slippery silvered sounds
of sly lies and whispered asides.

Then the troubled trumpeting of
twisted ego and forgotten ferns.

Eventually, the giving ground,
the sweetening sigh,
the querulous, querying, quivering
silence signalling

the beginning of the end.

Sujen
1/4/09