A Poetry Critique Recited

OPEN VERSE Will my verse reach your ear can your eye stay the course Does unconvention Confound the rhythm of your eyes Take a deep breath exhale and read between my lines unphased by phrase and habitude or human voice The choice is always yours if my poem will be or is not, to be a tune upon your ear THE POET Turning twisting torment his soul erupts upon his page- Melancholic thoughts drip drip endless tedium into the reader's eye- obtuse,remote emotions stagnate as still waters stifle life squeeze vitality to death A POET I picked up this pen let it loose upon this page just as WCW did with her 'reply' to his 'just to say' so matter of fact so every day a note, husband to wife can become so well read albeit after the poet's dead Listen to me read these poems on youtube under the name ichthyschiro