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Fillet of Soul
This poem was a bit too long
A bit too rigid
So with a sharp knife
I shaved off its skin
Removed its spine
And thin, white bones
Now nothing will stick
In your throat
I put it on a plate
With some paper towels
And let the rhyme leak out
Perhaps in its brief blandness
You'll find something
A delicacy in its pink flesh
To justify my labor
Here I am,
just checking archival moments in Post Poems history and I come upon these gems!
Fillet of Soul
This poem was a bit too long
A bit too rigid
So with a sharp knife
I shaved off its skin
Removed its spine
And thin, white bones
Now nothing will stick
In your throat
I put it on a plate
With some paper towels
And let the rhyme leak out
Perhaps in its brief blandness
You'll find something
A delicacy in its pink flesh
To justify my labor
Truly, inspired poetry in this portfolio!
How do we invent the language written consciously out of a small notion onto
becoming words of such magnitude? It is this that separates us from all other species, did Darwin ever realize that evolution really started with Johannes Gutenberg's printing press?
Is there a poem component you think is particularly successful? What of individual assessments? Over the recent past, I've come to drop punctuation and dare I say “capitals”, (I still use them on rare occasion) in my poems, It wasn't an intended scheme it has just happened.
I hope you still write?
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot