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How To Encourage Others To Write Poetry

by Johanna May



I will say it's alright
There is a place for traffic rage.

It does not have to rhyme,
To unfurl stiff hours.

We thought abundant to give away,
Without naming it.

Here is pain in cursive,
poetry is the promise of its loss.

Certain as bones stretching
to fill bigger spaces.

The hollow cathedrals of our craniums,
filled with man-made hymns.

This world declared relevant,
why not this hobby?

Be it a bullet point above,
knitting and watercolours.

WHEN YOU WRITE
it is a remnant of the old pain

Speaking, each beat aligns somewhere.
A flap of unspecified wings

A language
That does not belong to any age.

An animal
that has no concept of a cage.

11/11/2018

Posted on 11/11/2018
Copyright © 2019 Johanna May

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/11/18 at 04:41 PM

Nicely put Johanna...and nice to see you post again.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/12/18 at 02:25 AM

It's great to read you again, Johanna! I really enjoyed this!

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