Poems are pillows for the unsaid.
The emblems of aught.
The surgery
Separating winter and spring.
Poems are handlebars for the abstract.
The tassels windy of hunches.
The wild arteries of life.
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Bob, this poem is so good, every line really hits the heights.
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Thank you! I’m really glad you think so.
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Sums it up about right.
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Thank you!
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This one tricked me or the title did- I thought it was gonna be a bunch of poems it’s about actual poems. That’s a great idea and helps out someone like me who is new to reading poetry.
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I’m glad you liked it. I couldn’t think of a title of this one yet. So went pretty generic. Hopefully something comes up later on.
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it worked out….the title said it all…..the definition of a poem you created with multiple examples. Beautiful.
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Wonderful! In only a few lines you were able to “explain” a poem. I especially loved the first line.
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Thanks Diana!
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snappy and succinct ; love ‘poems are handlebars for the abstract’ — no one else could have written that 🙂
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Haha. Thanks, John! That’s very much appreciated. 😊
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Excellently expressed – and that opening line has me green with envy!
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Thank you!!!!
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My pleasure.
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Now I’m trying to come up with a line like “Poems are handlebar mustaches cycling into the Wild West of your face.” Something like that. I don’t have it right yet.
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That’s awesome. I’d love to see where you take that line.
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“The wild arteries of life”…so good!
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