Like old “Buk”
I’m looking for the perfect poem,
one that captures the birth of a world
in the dot above the “i”.
Of course, if I found it
I’d be done, and have no need
for metaphors kept in zip lock bags,
nor synonyms in a screw top jar.
All my boxes of “a’s” and “e’s”,
separated from the “t’s” and “q’s”,
have no value as alphabet rust, only
strung together are there threads to read.
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15 comments:
...this was a fun read, I enjoy this piece as well.
if you are looking for the perfect poem it seems to me it is always the one hot off your pen. and I love rust...and have never seen alphabet rust until you described it for me...and made me see it just to read your words.
good one--want to clean up and organize my shop?
giggling... thinking Vanna White of poetry!
so true, pat, so true...
love it!!
so true
but i guess we need to keep looking
wise man :)
I liked this one...you get an "A"
time for you to leave the construction industry far behind and concentrate more on the part time job!
great stuff mate.
Yes I quite like this Pat...how very true.
Pat, There is so much truth to this, and so well and artfully put.
Well done. You've inspired me to go out re-supply my own inventory of letters.
Sometimes it does feel that way..:D
enjoyable...Keep searching, The words will come.
fun.
hey, i wrote a poem without "e's".
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