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12/15/2005

Poetry

I once thought poetry
to be a cop-out,
succumbing to
my crippled attention-span;
a pastime for women
with flowers on the brain.
But, the words come
of their own accord.
My hands, compulsive,
carve off excess.
I do not build stories.
I sculpt poems,
“an art of subtraction”,
compelled to disinter
distilled truths
in a muddied world.

2 Comments:

Blogger unspokenverse said...

this is absolutely beautiful...in a mechanical way.. i lovei t

10:29 PM  
Blogger transience said...

ditto on the above. you've sculpted your poem with dexterity. cheers!

11:15 PM  

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