Telephone in the Brain | Edgar Law
Click goes the invisible
Receiver, Hello, brother,
A strange voice answers,
I say, Yes, did you publish
My poem, Yes, he says.
I look for it all day but
My wounded words must
Have limped away.
a poem about poetry
Relapses | Alan Inman
I relapse into poetry,
he said, after long
bouts in between.
I spend a few days away
on a vacation of the mind
then must return
if only for a stanza or two.
Silently | Ananya S. Guha
Act of putting together
tantrums, haywire thoughts
throw back of poetry written
in spiral bound books.
Tattered pages bleed
the word lives silently
sleeps silently
dies silently.
Throwing Tantrums | Ananya S. Guha
Lines drawn in progression
are not poetry or prose
poetry exists in mind only
not in lines or figures. Words encapsulated in speech.
Diabolic utterances, they throw tantrums in the winds.
Does a Poem Have to Have Meaning? | Sawyer Carpenter
Does a poem
have to contain
a certain meaning?
Can it be a series
of interesting words,
a spark moment experience,
a song of love
for a hidden queen?
Some may say a poem
is only one thing,
but I say it is chance,
awakening, and
multiplicity.
Derivative | Cattail Jester
You have visited this
poem before, walked by
it on the street a thousand
times and not known
its name or station
It has begged bread, attended
your cousin’s funeral,
and took your trash away
this week
You have tasted it
and then spat it out
because you said it was flat
Even though the period
comes soon
be sure you note it
has not really ended.
Ars Poetic Third Person Singular | Stan Morrison
my poet is at once a total stranger
and one so familiar with new words
my poet is sudden, surprising
enchanting, comforting, precise
my poet is playful, iconoclastic
and exploring beyond categories