I often read a poem And wonder Which part here was supposed To stop my heart, And take my breath And leave emotions all exposed I often read a poem And wonder At which point I was to see That openness That forthrightness That raw edged honesty I wait for the aha!' For the feeling that of that's right' I knew it all before, But now it's black on white.' Poetry when done right Can heat, can cool, can freeze Can make weak and dizzy Knocked over by a breeze. I like when a poem just holds my breath And I need a reminder to inhale So my apologies if this so-called-poem Left out that minor detail...
More..Shirley Hess
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