Call me a formalistic heretic but this free verse poem is absolutely, without doubt, one of the best things I have read in eons.
Really.
Read it and weep.
Literally.
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When every risk's a paper risk/ when every toe and tac and tic is underlined and scored/ I'll bet you're bored.
About Me
- Lo
- Very cranky displaced liberal lady from Indiana currently living inside The Beltway. Initial 8 years spent in awe and wonderment rapidly changing to total disillusionment - planning to spend the next 8 spitting, sputtering and screeching. Occasional poet, chronic bitch. The horror, the horror.
Lo's Poetry On The Net
- After the Sun Rose
- Arlington National Cemetery Section 60 NEW!!
- Collection - Hypertext
- Collection - Poet's Corner
- Collection - Sol
- Judicium
- Matthew 10:29-31
- Messiah
- Shatter
- The Artist
- The Spider's Named Penelope
- Those Dead + Deutronomy 1:38-40
- To All The Boys
- To The Greek Girl
- Writer, Writer, Budding Scribe
- You Walk The Streets NEW!!
Dan Halberstein Poetry
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1 comment:
Yes, that is gorgeous. The vision stays with you. :-)
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