new metricA Poem by AnonHimMoosesearch breach beyond reach, words not words but that which is only words, t.s. eliot somehow but not him only, not yet then, more core soothes the pores, repetition in instructions is intuition for benedictions, but that is not enough the thought that is brought under the bough requires tempering, in lines as in life, body arching to the marching code, something already said, it was not said like this before, it might suffice, for the art of poetry is to find what will suffice, this is wallace stevens fully, then wait, hark the spark where the bark hurls and cracks, if that seems good, grab gods in a goblet of gold, as the inspiration might fly to strip the ripen ribs, of what was said once or twice or several time, but never sufficient to the pleasing pulse that pulls the pulp, for a new metric that holds the old in the beating feeling of fleeting bleats, where lowered sounds and memories, inert diptychs of inherent dictamens, blur boarded bold boredom in glarings of granted gratitude © 2019 AnonHimMoose |
StatsAuthorAnonHimMooseprague, Czech RepublicAbouti once believed in stories_stories are what we are made of and it is in stories that we constantly seek to make ourselves a present to be given to others_but i have lost faith in how i can be represen.. more..Writing
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