poetry is bloodletting
for my aching hands,
brain, heart, soul, whatever.
in maroon, I see a *****
disconnected features, details,
themes, emotion.
all useless without the right vessel.
the pages may get stained
but the Rorschach means nothing
without rhythm and image and heat
and light.
Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 6:47 PM UTC
poetry is bloodletting
for my aching hands,
brain, heart, soul, whatever.
in maroon, I see a *****
disconnected features, details,
themes, emotion.
all useless without the right vessel.
the pages may get stained
but the Rorschach means nothing
without rhythm and image and heat
and light.
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