Begin with the beginning. It's a start.
I never knew a story could be told
Without one, or the story lacks a heart,
And that would leave it bloodless, still, and cold.
So start with the beginning, and go on
From there to where the story makes its way
Into a middle - sort of like the dawn
Meanders towards the middle of the day
And calls it noon. Then after that be sure
To find some sort of end (even makeshift):
It need not be an answer or a cure
Or wrap it up in some kind of uplift
It simply needs to make it so we know
Where in our mind the story ought to go.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Teller of Tales
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