Saturday, November 23, 2013

Poem: "What Are These Things"



Poetry is pulling your hair out trying to create the line

Unsure of everything unable to tell the good from the bad



Poetry is sifting through wasted time looking for a sign of worth

It is struggle and wanting and trying to remember



Poetry dies in the absence of understanding and contact

Pain and wondering confusion and grasping for a sign



Poetry is fragments broken thoughts unconnected dots

Occasional rejoicing that perhaps a breakthrough has been made



Prose is having without reaching

Prose is being receiving without begging



Prose is comfort

Poetry is pain



With you, prose

Without you, poetry
 
 
Jerry the Bird, 1976.

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