A poem, a peculiar thing with strength it must sing beauty to bestow
A balance no, more strong words than weak it needs to grow
Salted, spiced the reader enticed to taste of its broth
Word threads, weaving a fabric, embeds patterns in a poem's cloth
Some thin and weak, love, purity, good, never, one should not speak, all considered frail
Overused abused, to be left in the worn out pail
Others strong of deeper color. discarding those that are duller
Words of flesh, blood, mud, stone, dust, rust, fire, bone be a Culler
Meter too one must pursue, footsteps that guide the way
Stitches in the cloth, vegetables in the broth, a beat to obey
Emotion wrapped in metaphor, meaning giving something more
But greater than all else touching the reader to the core
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online)
- Published: July 20th, 2025 03:15
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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