I’m taking a class on poetry this semester. I have two published poetry books and already have a BA degree in Creative Writing, but I’ll never be able to pursue further. So, I take advantage of opportunities where I can get feedback from poets who know much more than I. So, for awhile, you’ll be getting fed poetry. Anyone object?
Here’s today’s offering. I wrote it just a few weeks ago:
Learning to be Poets Knife on whetstone, our gaze sharpens on lines of prose. Soldiers in jungle territory. Amazon game in the rain, we hunt the original. In our sleep, we hum electric thoughts we slice through daily. We burn pithy lines, pollution in snow. We build a pyre, toast our tired feet and recite our anthems to those who listen.
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