Every Sentence Runs Out (Draft ?)

Every Sentence Runs Out (Ut oh Draft ? Posted once and I don’t see it. Hope this is not a duplicate. Oh glitch, oh sorrow, oh redundancy)

Sentences, gracefully elaborated, embellished
with the sounds of glorious triumph,

with cacophonous instruments of
drunken loquacious musicians strung out
on their heart strings,

these birds and cats
playing around with joyful noise who are mine,

these sentences gracefully making every trill a wave to glory, oceanic,
are not runaways, being ensconced in dreams, and

pray tell, if I may continue,
the words of the angels
are infinite and concise like
love that sings forever charming and
as elaborate as is a sentence to joy,

many times re-phrased, re-claused
like a Santa Clause whose mythology endures
way beyond his run away sleigh, bells
of grace reverberating with every sentence pronounced
by judges and supplicants
gracefully joined in symphony, in
sympathy, in empathy, and joined on every path
to any pathy even daffy, because
the complex can be simply wonderful
like you all who indulge
the marathon run into oblivion
with a billion words and
who pause to hear my running word.

— Douglas Gilbert

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3 thoughts on “Every Sentence Runs Out (Draft ?)

  1. I love this one! I do remember reading it so i’m pretty sure you posted it – otherwise, well that would just be odd, i guess. But yes, I do think this one is beautiful. “Oh glitch, oh sorrow, oh redundancy” made me giggle…
    I liked the “drunken loquacious musicians strung out
    on their heart strings” and
    “the words of the angels
    are infinite and concise like
    love that sings forever charming and
    as elaborate as is a sentence to joy”.
    oh, well I think i like the whole poem, I have a bad habit of listing my favorite lines too much…but i think this works better and is much easier to read broken up in stanzas (in poetic form) than paragraph form.

    1. Yes, thanks very much. Yes, I meant I tried posting it in this form as a poem. I do know I posted it as a “run-on sentence even though technically it was not a run-on because it had a subject, dependent clauses and the verb clause “are not runaways”.
          I re-did it as a poem rather than a long sentence. The poem form was the thing I thought I posted twice. But anyway, I see this poem version here.
          The paragraph form has the structure of “Sentences with blah, blah, … are not runaways, being blah, blah, with blah, blah, oceanic, and are infinite, many times re-phrased with a billion words. So actually, it’s not a run-on sentence which is the point I wanted to make in the paragraph form. I hate when some of those robot editor programs catagorize any long sentence as a run-on sentence. Yes, I know that kids write horrible run-on sentences without a subject and verb, but I don’t when I’m writing prose. I just hate all this automatic criticism of long things. Sometimes a banquet is called for when a salad is insufficient. It’s not the cookies; it’s the caviar.
          But anyway, I did it again as a poem where with ‘poetic license’ there are no rules.

      1. Those silly robot editor programs…I remember our conversation about those where this poem originated from. Your banquets are delicious and filling – one should not settle for a mere lettuce leaf when there are four course meals like the ones you create…you’re the Master Chef of poetic feasts!
        I do seem to remember seeing it in poetic form before too though. I was thinking that I had already said something along those lines before, when I remarked in my first reply on here about it being easier to read in stanzas. I don’t know what could have happened to it, maybe wordpress needed dinner and ate it (hehe).

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