it's five a.m. on a sunday
and already the day's sacred obligations are fulfilled
the universe has parted lips
with one word, given voice
to order my discordant thoughts
and make sense of our past,
freeing me from that awful, lost feeling of jumbled, wordy imprecision, tuppled with tongue-tied, dry-mouth indecision
sophrosyne, the first word worthy of describing you to plato
of the pantheon
in no uncertain terms
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I struggled for years to find a word that described one special person who seemed to embody every positive trait I could name. One still-dark Sunday morning, I came upon the perfect word while reading poems and vocabulary on Instagram. It changed me. While I will still struggle to ever utter this poem, knowing that it exists helps me understand and organize my thoughts and feelings in a way I couldn't have beforehand.
Do you know someone who you consider to be sophrosyne? and, if so, would you ever tell them?
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PoetryAn annotated collection of emotions expressed through poetry, written to the universe, because their words I cannot speak. Enjoy. Copyright Poet In A Box 2019-2022, All Rights Reserved
