“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Saturday, January 2, 2016
Ultimate(um)
Please don't look closely.
If you could just squint
and tell me it's good
or just walk away...
It's not taking shape
like I said, trust me though,
as I said it was,
it is nothing...
like you've seen
a thousand times no,
you never saw once
entirely, just hurry
it along, you've said and pled.
I'd rather not, you know
I can't make it-right
write as it is instead.
Image By loosepunctuation (Erica Kline) (Flickr) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.
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