Poetry – Page 8 – Skeleton At The Feast

Character Building

I didn’t give you a story and I didn’t make you up.

A small joke at eternity’s expense.

The act of making things is a dangerous discovery.

I can give you oranges or secrets.

My particular creature is not a comfortable beast to live with. But we know each other well.

If you give me your words I’ll make them a galaxy.

The rustling on either side could be anything.

Insurance is not a poetic thing, but it gives life or death, as surely as the Universe: a great deal smaller, though not less complex.

I don’t know the name, but I know it lies closest to your heart.

I’ll tell you a secret about happy endings.