Birth of a Poem
Birth of A Poem
What can be done with these pedestrian morsels?
I have tasted unformed clay before.
Phrases plead to be thrown into
the redeeming realm of manifestation.
Pushing to be metaphoric,
they will arise and come to me.
From some unplumbed soliloquy.
Kathryn Collins
February 25, 2014
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2014
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