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-for Zukiswa Mvunguse~ and for ~ Jul, who once again, loved each line best~ having already deduced that: “the unplanned is his plan, it’s his faceted flaws that refract his coloratura”^ the titled alliteration teases him into thinking there, is more to be said, more to be prayed, the unplanned lesser lesson is as-of-the-yet unlearned, and the sunburst of a full fledged lying-in-bed born from a static spark of kinetic energy, awaking in an unfamiliar bed or a too familiar state of mind, begs for birth and vainglorious death-by-anon/amity of another poem   I have written poems commissioned, “write about suicide,” asked a friend, “take this word and artfully knead it,” once, was once an oft request, twisty manipulate your scheming resources into finely assaying a field rock raw, laboratory mind-mine it into an essay that delve dives where you fear to treacherous tread, resultant, an awkward prayer, now, a valued mineral no poem is truly planned and no prayer ever truly answered, but as you compose, pushing the last, next word ever farther to the right, you self-confess, expecting no absolution, that the poem, this one as well, and the next, and the next, and the next has always been planned since your inception, always a prayer asked, and in creation conception, answered even if not directly answered, for in the bare minimum asking, is the answering, is the planning, is the poem and the prayer, is his owned alliteration
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
poetry, planning and prayer (and answers)
-for Zukiswa Mvunguse~ and for ~ Jul, who once again, loved each line best~ having already deduced that: “the unplanned is his plan, it’s his faceted flaws that refract his coloratura”^ the titled alliteration teases him into thinking there, is more to be said, more to be prayed, the unplanned lesser lesson is as-of-the-yet unlearned, and the sunburst of a full fledged lying-in-bed born from a static spark of kinetic energy, awaking in an unfamiliar bed or a too familiar state of mind, begs for birth and vainglorious death-by-anon/amity of another poem   I have written poems commissioned, “write about suicide,” asked a friend, “take this word and artfully knead it,” once, was once an oft request, twisty manipulate your scheming resources into finely assaying a field rock raw, laboratory mind-mine it into an essay that delve dives where you fear to treacherous tread, resultant, an awkward prayer, now, a valued mineral no poem is truly planned and no prayer ever truly answered, but as you compose, pushing the last, next word ever farther to the right, you self-confess, expecting no absolution, that the poem, this one as well, and the next, and the next, and the next has always been planned since your inception, always a prayer asked, and in creation conception, answered even if not directly answered, for in the bare minimum asking, is the answering, is the planning, is the poem and the prayer, is his owned alliteration
spontaneously born at 7:57am on Sunday, March 24, 2019 ^ https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3021583/being-a-poet-is-not-planned/ read her poems. https://hellopoetry.com/Zig1/
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
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