Apocalypsis
Fed but little, I have still written much,
Not bound to some code or a stale cliche.
My poetry springs from organic touch.
How odd - for 'tisn't my usual way.
When I speak, I treasure truth beyond all,
striving for a crystalline clarity.
Proper words, direct, simple, without stall ...
Poems - do you betray sincerity?
Hardly so. We poets produce puzzles
to ensure some time is taken by you.
Truth is wine one sips; not swill one guzzles.
Dance with our minds if it's worth it to you!
Art is a bride that one slowly unveils.
Such beauty! Adored in all her details ...
3 August 2023
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2023
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