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Poetry Knows

and what does poetry know?

how precious a grain of dirt you are in souless soils

sui generis; sacrosanct

how unique words tumble

in cryptic interludes with frantic gasps of reason

and you surface under the millstone of everyday

 

what does poetry know?

 to cast a saturnine stare

hoping someone might be there

to marvel the mess

of words, dishevelled, undressed

fused with bile, froth, despair

to show the you of gems

tentative, uncut

 

what does poetry know?

that you are lacquered

over volatile brush strokes

raw umber light with flecked red ochre

on a mildewed canvas

still needing time to cure

 

give yourself to the place by the window and breathe

my beloved…

poetry knows

The Pond

when I plunged into your cool depths
i was not expecting
a plethora of flailing arms
mine

i felt sure
beside a  cascading
waterfall, we might aerate
but tears, and other salacious secretions did us, then suffocate
and could not keep us afloat
such currents clouded, did gloat

furthermore

the tears were diluted by pools of deceit
perfidious puddles
of past effluent did meet
the antagonistic algae, to form

a pungent crust

on this dark pond, of decay and distrust

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