numbers do not the soul touch
or rouse from depths of reverie
whose shallow sepulchral beauty
surface deep revelations aplenty
plead with matrimonial vows, thus
parchment scribbles & ceremonies
do not a marriage make and
neither will ice cream make us
any colder after calories kick in
poetry's soul may ride its form
but transcends its empirical parts
its triumph for all to behold:
at last, Pinocchio sheds his strings
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2022 09:29
- Comment from author about the poem: revised from a 2018 poem entitled 'poetry by numbers'
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