Ars Poetica, a centobyAngeline©
First dues for the body poetica:
undo the lettuce leaves from their heart,
fantasies or memories
and miles into never minds.
Picking them up, I
reach out and cradle your
cityscapes and biospheres,
emitting profane levels of profundity.
I don’t want to be
witlessly ignorant of my mood (but)
I am a poet, therefore I lie
by the blood of man, knowing
the blank page denied
my trip to the moon; it’s been postponed.
It’s hard work keeping spirits up.
I send prayers into the evening sky,
some more valuable than others.
Eyes closed, I fall back
in the soft murmur of foliage
over the edge, drowning.
1 First Reading at Café No by jd4george
2 Tonight I'm Sarcastic by Epmd607
3 Whispers by Syndra Lynn
4 Talk to the Heat by The Mutt
5 In the Attic by Remec
6 There is always a trigger by Minervous
7 Another Pickup Line by Icingsugar
8 it’s not what you know by normal jean
9 uncomfortable silence by neonurotic
10 Perhaps Not Your Touch by Average Gina
11 Irren by Kaishaku
12 Beyond Zero by bluerains
13 Reluctant Muse with Attitude by Bill Dada
14 Waiting Room by Cordelia
15 Ashtray by Lalique by darkmaas
16 Falling Stars by Champagne1982
17 Disposing of Little Men by Wespeak
18 Five Wagons of Hickory Nuts by Annaswirls
19 Beethovenhous by Lauren Hynde
20 Dogwood by smithpeter
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