Why Must I Toss Through Turning PagesA Poem by Ken e BujoldWhy must I toss through turning pages the mid-night thoughts of feverish bards, hell-bent for Aphrodite's pleasure; why dance with clumsy feet some jig of rhythm-less ballerinas, if all my aches amount to nothing but more ill-measured anthems?
Why bend the moon, twist stars beyond the sight of men too cold to wallow in imagination--
because those bits of words left unspoken, swallowed too quick to be digested, leave my poet's gut and bowels too unsettled come the morning's first sweet smelled ablutions.
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1 Review Added on September 25, 2022 Last Updated on September 25, 2022 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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