Disgruntled Poem

I think technology is responsible for this hiatus. I had a private conversation with my poems(they have feelings too, you know)….well a series of conversations and this is what they said.



Is it possible?


I refuse to listen.

Words come like waves

So I touch them and feel sea shells.

Seaweed licks my cuticles.


Here I am a new born babe

Already you announce my arrival.

Celebrate me before I am.


A little bit of structuring here and there,

A word dance, a pirouette,

See how they stand!

I clap my hands.


Show and tell

Let out the alphabet zoo from you,

Uncompassionate hurried poet.


© neelthemuse,2011

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