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Debbie Tunstall Poem
If I were a poem
metaphoric words would dance in
synchronicity,
similes would waltz the frown
from off my face.
If I were a poem
I'd wrap sonnets around you,
Like tourniquet stanzas
healing chapters in verse.
If I were a poem
cliches would clash with
unwritten rules,
words would not rhyme and dear diary would not exist.
If I were a poem
gone would be the day
that I smudged my own ink,
threw you in the bin and said
" I'm done with all this. "
Oh
if I were a poem
my legacy would remain
As a great prophet who once was
and always is-
If I were a poem.
Copyright © Debbie Tunstall | Year Posted 2025
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Debbie Tunstall Poem
Bark, snarl, moan
DON'T howl at the moon,
howl into charcoal night
where darkness hunts the hunted,
Where consistency is metaphor
barking from the trees.
Tip toe, nibble
20lbs of everything,
but when is wolf more than just a sheep?
Or when ignorance asks,
" how do you feel? "
So bark
snarl
moan,
then snap!
HOWL into the moon.
Copyright © Debbie Tunstall | Year Posted 2025
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