Poesy

 

 

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and this thing called poetry, 


plucked from a pocket 


of space and time.


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a blindly adorned subtlety


flowing from the wings 


of angels' thoughts unthought,


but with sultry desire.


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a rhythmic taste 


of word salad


that fumbles all 


too easily and too often


from the lips of poets that choke 


on the salty aftertaste of


frivolous candor,


with a raucous brouhaha


likened to a howl 


from the maw 


of a wild banshee.


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untamed and yet,


so wildly untainted


in the heat 


of  it's innocent discourse


that one can only 


breathe deeply,


the sensation of the moment,


and know how it feels to 


wear the cloak of truth.

 

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4:03 AM 8/11/2013 ©


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a.griffiths57's picture

Posey

 

 

I like your poetry very much; I love the wording and it's structure and presentation.


 

 

http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57

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Thank you a.griffiths57. I am

Thank you a.griffiths57. I am glad you enjoy. Am reading some of yours now.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

cevance's picture

Wonderfully delightful.

Wonderfully delightful.

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Thank you Carl. Glad you

Thank you Carl. Glad you enjoyed. <3 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "