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Poets Who Poet
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Invisible Poetry .
Time was a writer
risked getting the mind
broken expressing
truths too often;
unexpected or mused,
imagined or spoken.
.
That time is not this time
and wrens wrap their minds
around warm wire and dare
to call it like it's flown.
.
Since, time has become a wanton
roaming deeply like earthworms under
ton-measured snow drifts. Minutes
and seconds osmose to the surface
chiming: Spring comes, poet.
Spring comes!
.
Lady A
01-10-14
1127a
.
Yes, spring comes... and when
Yes, spring comes... and when it comes, for some it stays and stays.
In all that snow...have you ben able to watch R.E.D. ??? (Hehe...bet you forgot about it...).
I'm tellin' you, it's worth it!!
...
...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. "
Negative on R.E.D.
Will look for it. Thanks 4 reminder. ~ Lady A ~