This should be emotions
Recollected from tranquility
But serenity doesn't come
When one is free-falling.
No reason, no rhyme
No beautiful lines
And the subject
Is rather vague, too.
Because how can you say
Elegantly with symbols
(For that's all words are,
Elephants to nine blind men),
That your mother called you fat
As she had for a score,
And all the heavy issues
Attached to it--ignored completely.
You can't,
And the words
Die in your mouth
And become useless.
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I like this one... how it goes from the illusion of "this poem isn't really about anything" to shattering that illusion. And, as the last stanza suggests... what can you say, really?
You really are a talented writer... I hope you realize that.
-Will
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