A Modicum Of Meaning Poem by M. A Heathcote

A special moment, often perplexed
These thoughts expressed were perceived.
Simple words go into building a subtext.
The meaning of ' is ' a gift well-received.

Libraries are filled wall to wall with books.
My favourite is poetry volumes.
Thoughts bagged on baited hooks
Wriggle in a keepnet, a dripping wet vacuum.

Words that enter my mind like eels
That belly down electrically still charged
At times, their beauty and meaning congeal.
And I am stunned, totally absorbed.

At such moments, I am palpably impaled
By the will of another, I am left bleeding
In this simple task of reading, I have availed
All or any doubt laced with hopes, interceding
Everything has a plan, a modicum of meaning.