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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