Poetry

The Art of Poetry

Manifest your own destiny,

I’m busy turning mine to mulch

ready for further hibernation:

A creative hedgehog.

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But when i rise,

a phoenix from my ashes,

I must make notes

of the beats and the words;

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I must remember the dreams:

utopic and nightmarish.

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For yet new puzzles

await my magick touch;

these fresh-grown jigsaws

await my Dali senses.

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