A Paradox

Susan Pongratz
Summer 2009

Send words
she begs her Facebook friends
who write succulent, scintillating,
venture, and juice.

And yet
her heart is still.

Send more words
she implores her Twitter firends
who write dogged diligence, persevering bogtrotter,
voracious veracity, and vehement ventilation.

And yet,
her heart is silent still.

Send even more words
she entreats her blog followers,
who write timid temerity, frenetic respite,
languishing ebullience, and jaded neophyte.

And yet,
her heart is silent and still.

Waiting,
she scuttles her disheveled thoughts,
scooting them to a corner,
and begins with unruly restraint.