Saturday, October 29, 2016


The clouds reveal so much more
More than we’ll ever know
All the while we sit on earth
Trying to force the poetry into rhyme
Trying to maim it into meter
The heart contains so much more than syllables
So much more than numbers and pedantic
I will not kill my soul on the altar of propriety
I will not bleed out my heart on the treadmill of the “arts”
Critics, hobos, and bankers all snuff their nose
But I see a lion in the clouds
Roaring along the birds of creativity and wonder
I see the sunset with the moon rising in the east
Though night has come
It is the full moon
And there is plenty of light for everyone

To see what the clouds reveal

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