Wednesday, May 27, 2020

for want, of poetry

Poetry is "art," for want
of a better word
- and wanting it,
seeks. Seeks stones
to leave unturned
but turning in mind,
seeks leaves unspread
to the sun, as yet but buds
- seeks things undone
to leave them untouched
and well done
to a turn. Poetry still
has a lot to learn.

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