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Can Poetry Happen?


Can poetry happen with words such these:
Impossible, pointer, jump, muscle, and please?
 
Or how about glancing and frantic and score?
Will you employ them, or show them the door?
 
And think about darker, hang, balance, and catch—
If you can’t use them, boy, you’ve met your match.
 
Skilled poets will use every word that they’re dealt;
They’re not fragile snowflakes that dog’s breath will melt.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Clouds

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Her sighing deeply
makes passing beggars wonder
why there aren’t more clouds.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
rainclouds overhead—
the farmwife’s frantic efforts
to save the laundry
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
every ray of light
absorbed by thick cloud cover—
darkness at high noon

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem: “Clouds”
 
More Three Word Wednesday: “Absorbed, Deeply, Frantic”