for O.S
Long winded reply
to a short piece
literary genius
calls to mind
a mean beast
Stripped of all I thought
poetry to be
here to learn
to listen
but slain in a thick forest
chopped down
by inhibition
I may not riddle
names of famous poets
I may have shit loads
to learn
but why do you share this burden
is it your concern?
Battle raging in my mind
and in my heart a riot
I fear insulting you
but I must say
“Obie Quiet”
© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007
2 comments:
I do like your use of Obie Quiet! I do like and appreciate your ire. I do rough up who I teach or attempt to, though, that is why I seldom engage officially in this process. About what, exactly, are you so upset? I do wish to be clear about that, about this.
tia,
How very sure are the musical steps of this poem's concluding stanza. I like especially, this stanza's first two lines. And then the conclusion, though an insult, though a blow to me, is so very delicious and very clever indeed.
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