I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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1 December 2013

A Disappearing Poem


The poem was here and now it's gone.
I thought it would stay and carry on
doing its poetic thing —
you know, shine and dance and sing.

But no, the poem went.
It was only lent,
it wasn't given —
not a live-in,

just a guest
that came to rest
a little while
and made me smile.

I weep now,
can't sleep now.
The poem
went home.

Who cares
where?
Gone
is gone.

No
more
poem —
a
 w
   w
     w
        !


Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge: day 30, a disappearing poem.

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