Some will tell you that a poem is supposed to rhyme. It should not exceed twenty or so lines. It should flow from the lips like a kiss that was never meant to be. That it must be punctuated properly.
What these people fail to understand is that not everyone thinks this way. Still, there is a very large portion of the reading public who do. What they fail to realize is that certain writers do not flip through a dictionary in the midst of their creativity. Sometimes they feel the need to write till their fingers ache, creating far more than the usual twenty or so lines (case in point, read Roger Laferriere’s The King and I). Often, poetry finds power within darkness, without the need to flow gently. And as for punctuation, well, who the hell cares about punctuation when confronted with a very real emotion conveyed with sincerity.
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at a glance, sensing distrust
she walked with feet pointed
slightly inward, her knees
angled like those of a
veteran linebacker who’s
been struck too many times.
her small frame was solid and
secure upon this land.
her hands held a purse
tightly, though from
behind, i could not see
distrust.
still, i could sense it in her
shoulders… in the
reflection of a stare
through a shopkeep
window… in a sigh at
a corner, as she waited
impatiently for a light
to change… that she may
walk away from me.
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