This Poem Has a Quiet Ache

This poem is a gaudy tooth,
a lavish paper vessel
for flat words waiting.

This poem is a glaring truth,
a blacklisted three-ring
circus of debating.

Take a seat. Then give it
an icepack, a sling,
and some new shiny thing
to distract it from its own
h  e  a  r  t  b  e  a  t.

Prompted by Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 15

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3 Responses to This Poem Has a Quiet Ache

  1. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

  2. PSC says:

    Excellent! How can you take that crazy word list and tie it all up in such a neat bow? Nice work, lady!

  3. She says:

    “a blacklisted three-ring” … This is a polygamy poem. Did you ever watch Big Love?

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