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Poetic Tsunami,

Poetic Tsunami,

If I were to compose poetry
with the knowledge you grant,
then perhaps I’d have to be anchored,
to another branch,
a root maybe,
as a seed bursting to free
itself from the pangs of mystery,
of what the world adores as poetry.
I show my blank countenance
for if I were to compose a meter
and
a line,
my foot, none would read a word I assure
that's why I am thinking of un-surfing from this poetic floor
as I wouldn't want to be the cause of a poetic tsunami,
a seconds’ worth of lives gone
in the hands of hallowed destiny
perhaps I too would be engulfed,
in the wells of times
where poetry none would unearth, of mine.

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'as a seed bursting to free
itself from the pangs of mystery'
and
'engulfed,
in the wells of times
where poetry none would unearth, of mine'

loved there is nothing here to crit
love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

your are truly the nth wonder
of the world of creativity,
as you alone allow me
to a marvel be

loved

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I think I have read this some place before, an excellent piece, this theme and the words you use could be driven by an Mega thrust of words or put into one of those poetic forms lol..???
Take care young Bard, Yours Ian.T
.
PS:- The last Tsunami we had here in Britain was in 1607 it killed 2000 people around the Somerset flood plains, hitting the coast at around 9 am in the morning have a great day (Teach you we must)

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

You astound!

a seconds’ worth of lives gone
in the hands of hallowed destiny
perhaps I too would be engulfed,
in the wells of times
where poetry none would unearth, of mine.

Loved it!
always, Cat

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Loved... is just in infancy
of modernizing poetry
Loved's Style
many may not like it....but you kindly continue to holds my hand
and I will continue to compose astoundingly
none will then dare to the garbage bin
my poetry dispose

Only you must bless
as you pass by..
Dear Cat

loved

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