The Secret
May 13th, 2006Save as PDF
The Secret
There’s something I need to tell you.
It’s a secret, so secret
nobody knows it yet.
But you could, soon.
I’ll tell it to you
on just one condition:
You have to promise
you want to hear it.
There’s something else
you ought to know.
Even though I own this secret
(after all, it’s mine)
I haven’t shared it
with myself just yet.
I’m not so sure I want to know
too much about it.
So I’m asking you
to take it on, as a friend.
And not tell anyone,
not even me.
May 15th, 2006 at 9:39 am e
Hey! A new tack. The move has jogged your psyche and your syntax.
I like it.
What about jazz in Providence?
May 15th, 2006 at 2:41 pm e
Hello John,
Now this is fun! A puzzle in a poem.
Or is it a little frightening? I can’t promise I want to know something before I know it. Can I? Then again, I can’t stand not knowing things. But a promise is a promise. Perplexing.
This reminds me of our conversation last week - about how a poet might not even know the meaning of his own writing.
It was so nice to see you and Holly. Thanks for your visit. And thanks to Holly too!