I am the poet

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Poems 2009

I am the poet;
the one that ran from the rhymes
because happiness dared
slam into my vital tissue
and waited
to wind the rhymes around
a strip of road kill thrown
artfully across the pavement
so I
could extract the exact amount
of beauty posed by the creature
to calm my damned creative itch.

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S74rW4rd's picture

This poem is both beautiful

This poem is both beautiful and eerie, succinct and, in the backstory it suggests, profound; and I really, really like it.


Starward

allets's picture

my favorite

I poet like that - I "...ran from the he rhymes"