what is the inside
of a poem
are you there
if you live it
do you have to know
or is it
anyway
~
what is the inside
of your life
do you reside
in stanzas
must you recite yourself
or are you
because you
~
your image has
a lyric flow
your life is rhythm
rhyme
your world
the driven cadence
how is it
living
on the inner side
come read to me
your life
aloud
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
A little beauty Frank.
Thanks Michael. Sometimes they work.
Our life transferred to words, good write.
Much to reflect on, isn't there, GF?
Good write Frank. I will come sing to you, but you won't like it. The words may be OK, but who can bear me singing them?! heehee.
Hi O. We'll have to set up yodeling as a treat.
A very interesting write Frank. And all your poems work Frank.
Thanks AP. I'm delighted you're still enjoying them.
No reason to stop enjoying them. ; )
To me, a poet who expresses other than that which is inside him, is simply creating hollow jingles and rhymes. You could hardly fall into that category, Frank. Your work consistently excels as true poetry, and I so appreciate it!
Cheers O. With talk like this, you'll be required to read more, you know. It just works out like that.
Good questions Frank in this gem of a read. As most poets will say and I too that we all "reside in stanzas" when sleep evades.
And that happens all too often.
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