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From this pool of promises

… there’s no certain gift

By Tim GracePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

From high anticipation swells

a reservoir of need.

In relentless expectation dwells

avarice and greed.

.

With accumulated envy

in sediments of must

there's fear of what might empty

and desiccate to dust.

.

The certainty of emphasis

undelivered cuts a rift,

and from this pool of promises

there is no certain gift.

.

The hope of all wishes, is a dream come true:

real or capricious, you can not make it due.

.

© Tim Grace, 7 November 2010 (Revised: 6 March 2022)

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Tim Grace

A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.

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    Written by Tim Grace