Oh Wondrous Poetry, Or Brother Ass
II don't know that poetry
has any obligation but
to be poetry. Ah! There
is the rub; for each of us
has our own opinion, therefore,
dominion of the heart. An organ
feeding every other part, necessary
for survival. Perhaps, if we penned
all with newly oxygenated blood?
(Forsaking our programming)
Still, even such ink would eventually
age, dry, flake away – So, perhaps,
we should write just for the breath-full day,
allowing all other gas to pass. Poetry, though
highly exalted we may wish, is general accomplished
with some contribution by the Ass.
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2021
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