This
is a poem about poetry.
It
incorporates all the good parts
And
eviscerates the bad
Into
scattered fragments
Resting
someplace between
Ellipsis
and the margin notes
This
is a poem about survival.
It
harnesses the freedom one feels,
When
hovering at the imminent
Point
of no return, staring firmly
Into
the inevitability, only moments
After
you’ve come to turns with
Your
own mortal voice
This
is a poem about poetry.
It
incorporates all the living parts of
Life
and makes a mess of each of them.
And
in so doing, it makes the dead portions
Seem
much better than they ever really were
But
please, do not blame the metaphor,
For
the error resides solely within the author,
And
he’s completely fine with that
No matter the error one might see it could be a light to another. As it shows off a different angle they never knew and as long as the author got their point across and is happy with it that should be all that matters. As life is a mess most times and so can be the poetry chimes.
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ReplyDeletesee this is just what i love about poetry...you can intensify, you can cut away..you can blur the truth or sharpen it until it burns in the eyes..poetry is all this...and much more...love this one fred...reminded me again why i so heavily fell in love with what we call poetry..smiles
ReplyDeleteFred, you've succeeded in making me want to speak to poetry again; she's fighting for her place in my life ( I penned her a pasquinade) but maybe I'll give her a break.
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