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A POEM ABOUT POETRY
Boy: lost, Lonely like twisting breeze. Not Song, Nor Story. Banned from cliques of proud popularity, Eyes, so bright, turned down in self-shame. For what does Poem know of freedom? Forced into clumsy rhyme, tedious rhythm Not free, wild things. For no one wants: Curve of metaphor, sweep of assonance, sharpness of simile, Alliteration’s amazing grace, In Poem. No, these are rejected; Judges sneer at True Poem’s wondrous release of prose, Preferring endless, mundane chant, That seeps away all will to live. And Poem stands a bullied boy: misunderstood, misread. Heart of Creation. Banished by the ordinary, For truly He is the extraordinary Who would have thought, that an overlooked thing, Magical, strange, odd, weird, hurt Is there: pulsing and breathing Living Talent
A POEM ABOUT POETRY
Boy: lost,
Lonely like twisting breeze.
Not Song,
Nor Story.
Banned from cliques of proud popularity,
Eyes, so bright, turned down in self-shame.
For what does Poem know of freedom?
Forced into clumsy rhyme, tedious rhythm
Not free, wild things.
For no one wants:
Curve of metaphor, sweep of assonance, sharpness of simile,
Alliteration’s amazing grace,
In Poem.
No, these are rejected;
Judges sneer at True Poem’s wondrous release of prose,
Preferring endless, mundane chant,
That seeps away all will to live.
And Poem stands a bullied boy: misunderstood, misread.
Heart of Creation.
Banished by the ordinary,
For truly He is the extraordinary
Who would have thought, that an overlooked thing,
Magical, strange, odd, weird, hurt
Is there: pulsing and breathing
Living Talent