Orphaned Vows


A solemn promise
Neglected and unfulfilled
Becomes an insult

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on April 5, 2019, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. As Charles says, so very true….

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  2. If this is the case I have been onsulted many times. By Keith and Kin alike.

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    • And I have to confess that I have likewise insulted many. 😳


      • Ws don’t mean all the vows we make. Sometimes we are unaware of then ourselves, others were just never meant to be fulfilled.

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      • I think I am rather poor at judging how much I can fit into the time available. Another problem of course is that we are generally not one single consistent “I” but rather an assembly of “selves” that take it in turn to hold the microphone and/or the steering wheel.


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