The Ice Of Poetry
the ice of poetry,
glassine smooth
but
charged hardness,
hits you, ****** you,
unexpected snowball in the face,
the fire of poetry,
cherished phrase, a patois,
comfort food when
whole winter skies
swallow you bleak
mutual contradictions of poetry
savaging the soothed ego,
revealing the raging id
what's in a word anyway?
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
The Ice Of Poetry
the ice of poetry,
glassine smooth
but
charged hardness,
hits you, ****** you,
unexpected snowball in the face,
the fire of poetry,
cherished phrase, a patois,
comfort food when
whole winter skies
swallow you bleak
mutual contradictions of poetry
savaging the soothed ego,
revealing the raging id
what's in a word anyway?
It's overcast cloudy and I got nothing. No vision, no inspiration...it's Fathers Day and won't hear from my kids...I got nothing...so I stumbled on this golden oldie from long ago
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