Of Poem and Nonsense
This poem is tied up in (k)nots trying to
make sense of the letters swirling around
it – Syllables that won’t keep time, tripping
over metered clown feet – Phrases
of the moon lined up and made to
stan(d)za in groups of four or maybe two
What’s a poem to do when there is no
rhyme or season to its form? When it finds
itself trickling away into an inky stain on paper ?
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