Somewhere
my friend
there is a sea
where the poems
live
pre-written but as of now
unpublished
And all we have to do
is dip in and draw
a poem out by it's
dangling pentameters
Don't believe them
when they say
that poetry is hard
or I had an ode this big
but it got away!
All you have to do
is find the place
lie down and fish
in pleasant idyll
for the next big poem
DK
Monday, October 25, 2010
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