Metric Scissors In the Storm---My Passion
My Passion- - -
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Poetry...
of
in
on
all I know to be
metric units
flowing smooth
solid
liquid
breathing
seeing
uniting
divided
by everything
multiplied
infinitely progressive
impressive digression
aggressive
damned and doomed
hard to read
hard to live
poetry...
known to grow
shown the need
the seeds to sow
a reach
a stretch
an eek
a reeking peek
at those who seek
to spread their wings
or shed the things
that keep them weak...
or possibly
a teeny wink of a peek
of the week
from a meek geek who thinks
he or she's work week stinks
whatever the lesson
or message of expression
if truth
if raw feeling
is stacked to the ceiling
in the poetry their dealing
well....
then
and purely then
only then
poet trees
real
awe-inspiring
gravity defying
pinky swear
no lying
poetry exists
poets live there
forever!
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