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Enormously Small

If I could patent what it is I do wrong,
whenever my intentions are wearing white,
I could own the moon.
My edges are not sharp by any means.
But covered with slime of some crime
I didn’t know I committed.
Trying to pinpoint where the ruin begins, is like counting sand.
The crevices where I talk are to small for a
whisper to squeeze through.
Caverns where the echoes fall are enormously small.

Just point me in the general direction of where all fault simply
falls, resides, abides and cultivates in my pocket.
I’ll sew them shut, buy leotards, walk on hands to stop the pile on.
I’m tired of living on top of the tree, holding on to the
frailty of a leaf in a hurricane to keep me safe.
Tell me where it all begins, centers and ends within me.

There’s a storm coming and fall has set in.
Holding on to the last stem, all I can do is ask . . .
Am I really that powerful?

By: K. Mulroney

Style / type: 
Free verse
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make something enormously small? ~ Geezer.
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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

Come on. This is poetry. Really?

Rottie
Pegasus was a genius,
living within a suit of difference.
He liked what he was,
nodded in respect and
simply flew . . . away.

By: K. Mulroney

" I am who I am, say what I say, do what I do. With no apology."

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I thought poetry should also convey a lesson
What does this have
that I missed
or
is it only your style

It says all it needs to convey in the very first line. There is no lesson. My writing is Metaphoric. I write what I see in my mind which goes constantly. It is my style, you are correct. Think of the coffee houses in the 60's, where "beatniks" did nothing but create freeverse work. All the ones I have watched in documenteries etc, were usually metaphoric.

In otherwards I am saying here in layman terms, if I could make money from all the crap I am accused of then I would be rich. I'm saying, no matter what I say, the words fall on deaf ears.
(The crevices where I talk are to small for a whisper to squeeze through.
Caverns where the echoes fall are enormously small.) the caverns are the ears of those who are so twisted in thier own glory that they leave no room for anything else or anyone else.

I hope the rest of the poem is self explanatory. Can I really be so powerful in whatever way they percieve me, that poison has to be spewed in my direction. ( that is why I ended with that line)

This is NOT about me perse'. It's the voice of people who feel this way. Its the way I write. If that doesnt help and you need further explanation, please let me know anytime. ; )

thanks for your review!

Rottie
Pegasus was a genius,
living within a suit of difference.
He liked what he was,
nodded in respect and
simply flew . . . away.

By: K. Mulroney

" I am who I am, say what I say, do what I do. With no apology."

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