morning poem, November 6, 2016



Modern poetry

Has a beat

Inhale the earth

And exhale speech


Modern poetry

Don’t have form

But shadows cold

And sunlight warm


Modern poetry

Don’t have rhyme

It looks for sounds

And counts the time


But when the forces come together

The world, the brain, the stone and feather

Something happens under heaven

With beat and form and sound and rhythm


Copyright 2016

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