Stephe Watson Poet Free verse

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for Noble tranquility...

She Is Nice

This prose, a shipwreck...
Barnacled and long forgot
at the bottom of a lonely sea.

This song, a rusted railcar...
alone
      'n fallen 
        
           down 
                      a 
           
                    d  h
                     i  c
                      t
                    

beside a siding 
at                                                     the edge 
of a 
once-factory-town.

These words, an underfed pack mule...
                          high
packed and piled         with 'needs'
and wobbly-leggedly hoofing 
                                                down
a screeway, knees buckling backwards.

The words I choose
can't bear the feelings
i hoist upon, i strap to them
but i persist and enlist
whatever i can write
and stuff it full of my feelings
and send it, in my blind lover's hope,
off to you.

Hoping only that
some small sense of
what i'd packed 
finds you where you are.
A world away from my heart.

It is my only cruelty
to weigh down, to insult these
Words.  To charge them with
my heart's effulgencies.

I am kinder than i am to these words.
I am kinder than i am to these words.

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