When
I
thought
of
more
You promised less
You warned me about my mentor
My co-collaborator
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The principal patient palling
Do you like score?
You closed the book
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notes more pitch
Paraphrasing did I mention
In my mind there stepped a shorter song
I crave the pop, primal poem
Less
I discovered the footnotes
It threw its ghost against the sidebars
I heard an even, steeper singing
As of someone gently slinging, slinging
The ripping rating refraining, more, more, more
The slice of melodies whispering to me
never abstaining less
What could there be more purely entertaining?
I crave the more than, melodious motivator
I write this poem, this song I am saying
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2/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
sidebars, analogy, appreciation, longing, missing,
Form: Free verse