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The answer: a 20 questions poem
What’s the point? Is there some reason why you ask? Do you really care? Does anyone really want to know? Why does it seem to matter so much? Who do we think we are? What difference does it make, anyway? … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, epiphany, NaPoWriMo, paradox, questions, rhetoric
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The Know of Unclouding: descort
What if I thought for just a moment of some mitigating circumstance that might prove beyond a shadow of doubt the single truth behind all appearances, and in that fleeting instant, found instead of solid rock, just cloud, and what … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, descort, French verse forms, ignorance, illusion, knowledge, paradox, poetic forms, thought
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The Holy Fool’s Lament
My blood is thinned from summer’s passion; where I once could stand the chill of winter’s disposition, now I am unmanned by this untimely season; and the harvest I once sought I find now sells for such a price it … Continue reading
The Catacombs of Night
Lo! I have wrestled angels in the catacombs of night and risen, as if from the dead, bone-weary, at daylight, my sheets soaked through with fevered sweat and every muscle sore, and tufts of mutilated feathers scattered on the floor, … Continue reading
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Tagged angels, death, dilemmas, fear, night, paradox, sleep, transformation, William Blake
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Before Attending Miss Teen Louisiana Training
We do not want to go and sit for three long hours of this shit. We do not think it well-spent time to learn to walk the judging line or show your beauty, just skin deep to leeches, dilettantes and … Continue reading