In Praise of Aposiopesis
The Familiar from Unfamiliar Angles
In Praise of Aposiopesis
By Keith Wait
Critique by Thomas Forsythe
Suddenly, over the past few days, we have found all our normal life that we have taken for granted turned upside down. What we thought was going to happen, now and abruptly, isn’t. While tasks started wait on desks, on workbenches, on building sites, real or virtual, our aspirations wither.
KW’s In Praise of Aposiopesis accurate captures the mood of the moment, in a witty re-visiting to things familiar now unfamiliar.
Like Wordsworth, we still can walk in the Lake District … or Richmond Park (if we leave our cars and bikes outside the gate), but we can see it in a different way.
Thomas Forsythe
March 2020
In Praise of Aposiopesis
(With apologies to William Wordsworth)
I wandered lonely as a …
That floats on high o’er …
When all at once …
A host of gold … …
Beside the lake, beneath … beneath …
Fluttering …
Continuous as …
And twinkle on the Milk…
They stretched in never-ending … never-ending …never-ending
Along the marg …
Ten thousand saw …
Tossing …
The waves beside …
Out-did the spark …
A poet could …
In such a jock …
I gazed … and gazed… and gazed… and gazed …
What wealth …
For oft, when …
In vacant oar …
They flash …
Which is … … … … bliss …
And then my heart with pleasure …
And dances …
Mark Aspen 