I’m rhyming before pen marks paper,
Revising before I’ve formed my thought,
Serving up these half-baked perspectives,
Before tasting what’s in my own pot.
And the letter soup that I spoon from,
Gets condensed into a shiny tin,
I market it off like there’s rawness,
Though no introspection from within.
This poem’s packaged as a product,
Boiled down, reduced to abstraction,
All this effort to sound effortless,
Leaves meaning lost in redaction.
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Author:
FallingAwake2 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Ended up making this poem longer to make my point a bit clearer. Does this happen to anyone else sometimes? Thanks for reading!
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Comments2
Boiling off all the broth leaves the soup without flavor. Well written
Most definitely. Brevity either works or requires more telling/showing. It can be a pain the longer it gets. 🙏🕊️
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