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Poetry Stew
I sat there eating my crab and oyster bisque . . . Eh, you see what happened.
words drip from my mouth
no mater how fast I chew
as I spoon poetry from the bowl
some letters fall undigested
onto the table where I sit
to form other, unused phrases
paragraphs of shoeing a horse
the hardscrabble words frown
at what the words have made
not one poem in the lot
but they are stuck where they are
cannot rearrange themselves
upon the hard tabletop
in the meantime I chomp on
absorbing poetry elite
suddenly I hear a scream
look down from whence it came
as I bite down on senryu's
I scrape unhappy words
into my hands and gently
drop them into the bowl
of poetry porridge
where they happily
gave me five sonnets
and one blushing limerick
İFebruary 19, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
words drip from my mouth
no mater how fast I chew
as I spoon poetry from the bowl
some letters fall undigested
onto the table where I sit
to form other, unused phrases
paragraphs of shoeing a horse
the hardscrabble words frown
at what the words have made
not one poem in the lot
but they are stuck where they are
cannot rearrange themselves
upon the hard tabletop
in the meantime I chomp on
absorbing poetry elite
suddenly I hear a scream
look down from whence it came
as I bite down on senryu's
I scrape unhappy words
into my hands and gently
drop them into the bowl
of poetry porridge
where they happily
gave me five sonnets
and one blushing limerick
İFebruary 19, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
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