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I'm often asked by inquisitive minds; As a poet, what do you do? My answer feigns the illusive, With hope to the rare and few. I seek to express the human condition; With words that color & texture, the tapestry that I weave . . . Though at times the product seems unfinished, And an area rug, is the remnant I leave.

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Date: 3/16/2021 12:59:00 PM
That's right, Timothy--the human condition. That's what we poets need to write about. It's not always pretty but it needs to be told. Good for you!
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Date: 3/16/2021 11:54:00 AM
Very nice.
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Date: 2/22/2021 3:41:00 PM
Timothy, wonderful poem, when I tell people I am a poet they seem to look at me oddly so I know what you mean, so many great lines in your poem but these really spoke to the poet who is me, "I seek to express the human condition; With words that color & texture, the tapestry that I weave . . ." - Constance
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