Sunday, April 27, 2025

To the Imagination

A Work in Progress 

37


with Respect to Cole Porter

I’ll not try to say the unsayable
express the inexpressible
write those last few syllables
that clicks it all in place

that thing that memorable measurable thing
that’s inexpressible
that’s unsayable about you

I’ll not try to say that you’re beautiful
overstate the understated you
extol all your good qualities
that made me fall in love

you’re more beautiful each time I see you
I’ll try to find words that will portray you
as you are in present moment
exemplifying truth

but every time I think of him
masquerading as a king
his shadow stands between us and the sun
casts a poor light for lettering

painting in that thing that memorable thing
that’s inexpressible
that’s unsayable about you




Dick Russell © Richard M. Russell
                    2025


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