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I Tire of Poems I Cannot Taste (Revision 2)
I know I have been clogging the boards with this darn, poem, but please bare with me one more time. I promise it will be the last revision, until the next one. Its been a pretty tough day, and writing has been a godsend.
My idea here was that the entire poem really lived in the final stanza. So I wanted to see how few words I could possibly do this in. So here it is. I made the title pull its own weight, and gutted this thing to its bones.
I Tire of Poems I Cannot Taste
Your “hot steamy kiss”
means less to my lips
than a soft
__________cold plum
Why is cold plum hanging out by itself? I thought doing it re-enforced the spondee. And since the poem is rectangular when layed out, its like a little bite taken out of the poem like the bite a narrator might have taken from his plum. Too clever for its own good maybe....
Anyways, slash, stomp, and scream. I can take it.
Michael
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"Don't imagine that the art of poetry is any simpler than the art of music, or that you can please the expert before you have spent at least as much effort on the art of verse as an average piano teacher spends on the art of music." - Ezra Pound
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