A POEM 22 {revised}
There’s your bounty stripped down naked and standing in the hallway.
Like a spoken word poet.
Eloquence in the rhyme of cadence , in the manufacturing of the words,in the speaking of them.
Another act on the stage.
That trombone playing in the distance.
A cat crossing the street.
Some television somewhere blaring.
The faucets torturous dripping .
And your pen screams at you……….it’s it.
To become just another sharpened pencil.
Zero numbered sheet below it’s tip.
PurgeD-d that ringing in your ears.
It being the sting of that whip.
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i found it most intriguing delemur that you describe how my feelings are before i write,, wondering if the words will come to light,, with the world all around me in disbelief… your a very interesting poet even if you dont know or want to be thank you,,, i write for the need inside of me not for others to see
i find it most intriguing dl that you write the feelings i feel before i start to write, wondering if the world out there in disbelief will see.. i do not write for others to see, i write because there is a deep need to write inside of me.. you my freind are a poet of incredible depth something you may not even see love inky