Stanza (Remove filter)
This is not a draft
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I don’t want to mask my poetry
I want you to understand me
Curse your perfect rhythms, rhymes, haikus
Your lyricism, your literary
When I try to adopt it, I turn mute.
Something channels through me
(I’ve never really found the root)
A demanding stream of consciousness
That cannot stop to breathe, let alone
Wait, conceptualise, draft, redraft
I can’t!
...
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Alliterative Haiku
Rhapsody of rays..Â
Ravine resplendent and rich..Â
Rapturous romance..
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Post Traumatic Echos
moonlight tastes sour
sweat runs through bedroom sheet veins
she gives up on sleep
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hallway footfalls
undesired sharp edges
reverberations
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echos beat within
in discord with her heart
as hands grip at wind
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doorknob, alive, there
embraced by her palm frantic
gasp … inhale … freedom
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The Beck Stone
Beck Stone
Rounded lump of grey gritstone now balanced in the beck
Divides rushing stream linking high heather moor to distant sea
 A shining silver thread through dale and wold to wide Humber
This same stone, surface scrubbed smooth by falling water
Now releases a stanza carved by a craftswoman from a script written by a poet
Ink to paper
Hammer to chisel
Rock to eye
Wo...
Monday 4th March 2013 5:23 pm

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