Showing posts with label contextual poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label contextual poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Ms.(under) Stood


Stood did not see things from the same angle
Ms.
Stood  saw it skewed,
Ms.
Stood pursued things from another way
Ms.
Stood  knew not how to say
Ms.
Stood  that nothing was not the same
Ms.
Stood  as everything negative was positively
Ms.
Stood  
Ms.

(sides)Be(sides)
Stood  stood out, and despite the overwhelming doubt
Ms.
It turns out,
Stood  was right
Ms.
To: Be
Left
Taken for Luna-see…
Ms.





Image by Félix Vallotton [Public domain], (1903) via Wikimedia Commons.
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