Open Poetry #18 |
Tempered Tales (reposted) |
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since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
This poet now writes for his edition struck with a minor affliction that he is hard pressed for his creation, while working under sedation... carving phrases takes some meditation... mental deliberation. He beats rhythms on parkside drums better then careless living in slums, stories shouted from upper floors are caught by youth just outdoors. Armed with coffee mug in hand curious feelers, extending wordy strands going towards lyrics for neighbourhood bands; To catch the etherial thoughts on the run, golden stories he has spun. using wordy puns While the room fans circulates the air and season cycles are constantly there, his book is rarely bare and the greater public will stare... the artist's canvas may be white but his words do take on flight. |
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