Poet Drown
By bpathos
You can see it in a drowned mans eyes
In the pawn shop window
I just passed
Frosty truths that come to the table uninvited
The poet and the truth
Face to face, one whistles, one listens
The napkins fill with cognitive snapshots
The poet
drowns in words
Just wanting to say something
Or hear it said
at all
The dying words from a poets mouth
Blow
about in autumn color
Drifts and piles that shape the years of practice
What's worth saying has to be said by someone
So a
poet goes looking and would suppose
That words rubbed together right
would produce
Word museum sentences ripe with meaning
Phantasms haunting great books and minds
Torches lighting the way
for all
The poet takes aim and fires
At the fog
of meaning
He tugs at Gods coat tail
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© 2007 bpathos
Author's Note:
Never pull the thread of logic unless you want to be cloaked in mystery.Awards
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On Tuesday, June 12, 2012, Devilish
(2658) wrote:
Wow. Well hello there you ,. Nice to meet you .
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A former member wrote:
i loved this...simple enough
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On Friday, September 28, 2007, Crimson Shade
(92) wrote:
"Word museum sentences ripe with meaning" - nice piece, first piece i've enjoyed in a long while.
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On Friday, September 28, 2007, Alanarchy
(1200) wrote:
The poet and the truth, face to face... very effective.