On reading poetry.


Love the poem that seduces, draws you in with an immediate connection. Stop! 

A poem to stop and pause. Words that breathe life and suck marrow. To turn, burn the other side, the unseen now bright and glaring. 

You swore secrecy, temptation by a flicker. A lingering finger traces backward and stops midstream. This passion stored ignites once more. 

Browse and ponder the others. At first glance they bore and bother but dig deeper. Solve the riddle. 

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