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She is Poetry

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Pianos on sandbars.
Love and all its scars.
Stars just beyond your fingertips.
Moments your heart skips.

Silence inside.
Learning how to fly.
tears your readers buy.
Tell the truth even when you lie.

Beer with Bukowski.
Writing even when its lousy.
Drowsy feathers awakened in ink.
The softer the heart the harder the drink.

Emerson when your new drug is love.
Thoreau when you've been governed enough.
Our phoenix, Our Butterfly, how poets get high.
Never die only Versify.


  1. Very cool collaboration. The literary references in your poem add layers of depth. "The softer the heart the harder the drink." Think you may be correct about that one. Love definitely is the best drug. Great overall post, BigUrb

  2. I like that one, Theron.

    Tiger Windwalker

  3. You had me at Pianos - (smile - I love it so)
    Pianos on sandbars.
    Love and all its scars.
    Stars just beyond your fingertips.
    favorite lines. Agree with Dustus the allusions deepen the work. Thanks, Gay @beachanny

  4. nice...great flow and yeah it does go well with the music....rather fond of bukowski

  5. Bravo! Beautiful presentation in word and sound. Senses forced to life and compelled to move. And all the good stuff said above x2 :)

  6. This is really excellent! Thanks for this!

  7. I loved this poem. I agree with Adam I liked the touch of Literary elements. As usual with your poems the flow is fantastic. Thank you for sharing.

  8. Pretty, nature-centric, effective.


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