Friday, October 30, 2015

A brief coupling

A brief coupling                                                  
Words that rhyme
some people think of as poetry.

It must be, others opine,
musings ingeniously inspired

or stilted profundities, oddly arranged.
Some insist upon evocative phrasing

or words obscure and impenetrable
and yet poetry is not words at all

but a redolence that drifts
through the bars of our cages

or not even that but a dark, bloody,
nuanced display at a moment’s notice

on bright, open leaves, stolen like a breath
from the reader’s chest, a brief coupling

alluding to, more or less,
the gasping, thunderous truth;

a hint of the ultimate affinity
for which every heart pines.

O child of God, why ever endeavor
to put into words what true poetry is?

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