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This is my poem for today, 5.12.12 I hope this one actually comes true.
Unfortunately this poem is lost so I add here
My poetry from the past.
Childhood Attempts to the poetic form,
Come in rhythm and rhyme,
Stilted and unrefined words deformed
Upon the page of mine.
Books of words grace my shelves,
Some totally predictable.
Questions of life and self -worth,
Some just slimy drivel.
I weed through the flower bed,
Pulling away what is dead.
Discarding the weeds that choke,
The life out of a brilliant spoken
Poetic gem.
Structure lost on the likes of messy me.
Books repeated words give way to paper single sheets,
There the scribbled words written
In quickly a poem caught from random through,
To be caught for eternity, maybe?
If our world is to survive yet one more night.
Written as practise 2012/ Feb.
YOU ARE READING
Today I will Be.
PuisiThis is the first poem of this last month of 2012. I am challenging myself to post a poem every day for this month. They are my gift to you all for I hope that they will be all uplifting of your spirits and sing with joyful notes. From June through...
