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No Cigar

You can’t teach poetry pro forma
it’s the effort of a fool
You can’t gain sagacity from a book
or by the golden rule

You can’t be what you haven’t lived
the safety net misleads
You can’t bleed with another’s blood
transfused each phrase deceives

The dance floor or the balcony
true seekers get to choose
And write those words their pain has forged
—that dilettantes misuse

(Dreamsleep: April, 2023)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Turner Avatar
April 8, 2023 at 11:20 AM
I agree. Though you put it out there, folks are going to use it. That doesn't make it right but that's just how it is. Used until it becomes cliche'. Whether they have lived it or not. I like this one, Kurt.
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April 8, 2023 at 11:38 AM
Thanks, like Dorothy in The Wizard Of Oz, the enlightened uyltimately know.
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