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Ink On White Space

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“You can tell

it’s a poem

because it’s swimming

in a little gel pack

of white space.

That shows it’s a poem.”

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~ Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist

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Elfje: (Cinquain)

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reading

or writing

between the lines

ideas that grow horns

poetry

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Haiku:

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the thirsty plant sighs

welcomed spring showers arrive

nature replenished

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Poem:

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cacophony of the house

too many selfish bodies

hard of hearing spouse

each their own secret follies

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everyone has their own device

each competing for attention

advertisers vying to entice

subliminal below comprehension

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time for a vacation

need to seek the silence

the oceans roar salvation

regaining emotional balance

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God teaching me patience

different strokes for different folks

are their steps to teach us tolerance

delusional reality or just a hoax

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can meditation stop the noise

who is inconveniencing whom

because they know how it annoys

only made worse because we presume

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shut the door

turn out the light

time to snore

say goodnight

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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Bloodied

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“Poetry is

an abstraction

bloodied.”

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~ Wallace Stevens

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More from Reading, PA’s own.

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Elfje: (also known as a Cinquain)

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right

no left

a purposeful distraction

only the artist knows

abstraction

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Haiku:

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a high temperature

seasons begin to collide

freezing tomorrow

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Poem:

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not a corpuscle to be seen

her face turned ashen and then she swooned

detectives would not scour the scene

for them it was just another full mooned

she was only the lovers go between

everyone told her the tryst was doomed

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parents disapproved the high school sweet hearts

the self centered stud seeking his own desires

she was the enabler suffering by fits and starts

he used her by pulling her puppet wires

the delusions of love they fashioned into arts

their passions never consumed by the same fires

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his conquests were often and many

she always stood by turning a blind eye

she knew the times and the names were plenty

her dreams were always pie in the sky

her best friend would not submit, would she help any

she would do anything for him, she let out a sigh

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that fateful night as on the silver screen

she walked to that dark place were all assumed

she was only the lovers go between

everyone told her the tryst was doomed.

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ME and the Boss

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