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Dangling Short-Lines Over Water-Falls
Oh, dear reader
of short-line
poems,
are you, like me,
short of breath?
Have you tried
to read
my short-shift stuff,
with ever so
short-lines,
Aloud?
It's sad to say
it sounds
a tad choppy!
Like it's,
ridin' on
bobbin' seas,
sailing into
a head-wind
over the air-ways.
It rollicks along
with carriage returns,
unwinding,
flowing freely
from margins
set tight,
to waterfall.
Sad to say,
I'm done with it!
For me personally,
a poem
is just a thought,
a heady
daydream fling,
until its read,
Out-Loud!
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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