Ode to a Poem with Chapped Lips

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This poem is parched,
too un
-starched around the edges
to iron out any
small thing.

It’s never gonna be a book
or a song or a bright green
meadow or a quiet spring.

It’s pouting and peeling,
feeling left out in the cold
and shivered in its own
chill skin. It’s got

too much to say
and no voice. No choice
but to stay inside and
hide
-burr
-nate,
toss its fate
out the window.

This poem needs
a gloss, a lost shine
rekindled, swindled
perhaps from
unsuspecting stars.

 

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2 Responses to Ode to a Poem with Chapped Lips

  1. S says:

    “It’s got / too much to say / and no voice.” … Dude, I hear that.
    Love: “This poem needs / a gloss, a lost shine / rekindled”

  2. gh0stpupp3t says:

    You need water. That will help.

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