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June 25 - This is not a poem.
by Jason WardellThere's no plot to a poem,
it stumbles without rails;
if it conveys one thing at all,
one cannot claim it fails.
There's no point to a poet,
the walking, writing dead
who has no goal in life
but to read and to be read.
But I am just a poet,
and this is just a poem,
not mindful meditation,
nor homeless finding home. 06/25/2010 Posted on 06/26/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jason Wardell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/26/10 at 02:40 AM This is just a waystation to wherever you find to call home, this is your kind of travelogue through the uncharted territories you find yourself traversing...this is anguish and commonsense all in one fell swoop...this is wonderful, even if it isn't..a poem. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/26/10 at 01:16 PM I'd like to believe we carry our home with us at all times and sometimes we want to find a house to put it it for a while at least. Nice write. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/26/10 at 07:22 PM Freaking brilliant. That's all I got. It's just damn good. |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 06/28/10 at 02:25 AM Dude bro, munchalicious. |
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