All poems and proses are unfinished
Only those in sonnet are finished
Completed, done, and terminated
A poem or prose can still be edited
Revised, retouched and rewritten
A poem is a powerful tool or weapon
Leave alone my unfinished poems
These are my spices, my stars, my emblems
You don't understand their symbols
And the words used to fill up the bowls
You just have to read my poems ten times
To fully comprehend them. Ignore the rhymes
To pay more attention to the vernacular
They are not bizarre; they are just particular
They are not regular; they are unfinished
They are not strange, they are simple. Kabish!

Copyright © July 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

cry,
cry yourself a river.
maybe then, you'll finally have a reason to build a bridge
and get over it.

To construe a feeling from deep deep within,
And to Have it out, form the words, yet to keep it in.  
The art of expression in a Quantified way.
Letting out some of the nuances, but keep others at bay.
The liberty to express what is really there.
All awhile no one's really there to hear.
And lest a fellow poet would
Take a peep.
Indeed 'Tis verily plausible the Sullied Secret may still Keep.

i hand out my lifeline to you,
quiver in silence,
wondering if you'd ever do the same.