"seranaea" poems - Hello Poetry

- i took no pleasantries in that adjustment from the top shelf of Pastry Perfection to the wicker-wire dust bunnies at the "sole" level of humanity after i mistakenly thought —you— took some element of freeverse i had posted a couple of years ago at one of the more-read poetry sites on the internet- then i realized something, Poet.. that for all those sleepless hours you spent cramming for the SAT— i posited on how many welding rods could be burned down during a two hour period of trade school and with respect to those thousands of words diligently packed into your undergrad dissertation— (*including that humorous description of a knitted strap you used to keep the pencil from rolling off the table*) i wrote a brief essay of commonalities on how much Gerald R. Ford and Elwyn Brooks White actually disliked football, and to those thoughtfully crafted lectures in front of scores of distinguished scholars and senior staff— i was projecting shadow puppets onto a screen during a slideshow while the teacher excused herself to the restroom. basically this; as to the volumes of books you have published over the decades— i have a few thousand words of amateur poetry posted online inside of a few years. That Said, for those carefully-placed words (of mine) you incorporated into your latest masterpiece, realizing poets will not always happen upon the same instant at any given intersection, i recognized that most familiar sensation we Both get when having correctly delivered the punchline to the funniest joke of the evening. we —in fact— have only the readings of fellow writers to blame for each other's blending of creative impulses, that during these miraculous, yet humble birthings of verse— i have it now on good authority, that we all could possibly exist within this capacity as mere equals... "The Lanyard of Amateur Poetry" © 2020 by Seranaea Jones all rights reserved .

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Oct 7, 2020

Oct 7, 2020 at 6:53 AM UTC

seranaea

The Lanyard of Amateur Poetry

- i took no pleasantries in that adjustment from the top shelf of Pastry Perfection to the wicker-wire dust bunnies at the "sole" level of humanity after i mistakenly thought —you— took some element of freeverse i had posted a couple of years ago at one of the more-read poetry sites on the internet- then i realized something, Poet.. that for all those sleepless hours you spent cramming for the SAT— i posited on how many welding rods could be burned down during a two hour period of trade school and with respect to those thousands of words diligently packed into your undergrad dissertation— (*including that humorous description of a knitted strap you used to keep the pencil from rolling off the table*) i wrote a brief essay of commonalities on how much Gerald R. Ford and Elwyn Brooks White actually disliked football, and to those thoughtfully crafted lectures in front of scores of distinguished scholars and senior staff— i was projecting shadow puppets onto a screen during a slideshow while the teacher excused herself to the restroom. basically this; as to the volumes of books you have published over the decades— i have a few thousand words of amateur poetry posted online inside of a few years. That Said, for those carefully-placed words (of mine) you incorporated into your latest masterpiece, realizing poets will not always happen upon the same instant at any given intersection, i recognized that most familiar sensation we Both get when having correctly delivered the punchline to the funniest joke of the evening. we —in fact— have only the readings of fellow writers to blame for each other's blending of creative impulses, that during these miraculous, yet humble birthings of verse— i have it now on good authority, that we all could possibly exist within this capacity as mere equals... "The Lanyard of Amateur Poetry" © 2020 by Seranaea Jones all rights reserved .