Burn
There is
no market
for philosophical
poems.
I build them
and
they
do not come.
They settle
into
robust
desuetude.
Metaphor
Image
Meter &
Rhyme
Diminish
then
collapse,
a noisome heap.
Let’s
make
a
bonfire.
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Hi Terry.
I just read this reflection by Kevin. Not every thing he tries works like he hopes, but he keeps trying.
I hear the frustration in your poem. I urge you to continue launching ideas than thoughts into Kevin’s “Wild West” of the Internet.
I see them.
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I consider your encouragement as rocket furl for the heart. Pure courage juice. Thanks, Dan. Sometimes my poetry is a way to dance myself clean: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OoA0cTC228M