Lift the pencil, write some lines,
Force the words all out.
Graphite glyphs as yearned for signs,
Making text that redefines
Facts as seeds of doubt.
Caveat: Poem #529
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Lift the pencil, write some lines,
Force the words all out.
Graphite glyphs as yearned for signs,
Making text that redefines
Facts as seeds of doubt.
Comments are closed.
I really like this poem! The traditional, perhaps old-fashioned form seems act as a foil to the thought of the last line, that calls everything traditional and old-fashioned in to question.