Spare Us
Day One – Spare Us
Oh God, of all that is poetic,
spare us thirty days of……of
P O E T R Y….
The banal cadence of the classics
The raucous ribaldry of the sonnets
the curse – of angry verse.
Spare us the reading
of the melancholy meter
the drone of the didactic
the screech of the sacred.
Save us from Satanic soliloquies,
demonic diatribes,
maniacal mantras.
Oh, God of all that is poetry
free us to be poets
to write –
of unfelt winds
to bathe –
in unseen rains
to be cleansed –
by frigid flames
to be molded –
by life’s throwing wheel
let us exhale in words
the truthful wind
the calming rain
the purifying fire
the earthy words
of here
of now
of poetry.
John G. Lawless
4/1/2014
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