Wednesday, March 14, 2018

poetry on the precipice of perfection


         (or why my most recent manuscript will be named:

          the dark streets of decay and other possibilities)

 

taking the time, another rhyme

more than beauty, also benign

a band is three or a quartet

our harmony is a duet

 

i waltz with words you inspire

you’re the seed which love has sired

all poets’ angst would draw a blank

if for your love they could give thanks

 

so taking time for tender rhymes

from dawn’s decree until bedtime

is why this poet has a pen

to say, “among the race of men

more than beauty, also benign

her praise’s the why words should align”

 

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