i came to a poetry circle one night, sort of randomly, and uninvited. i just listened...i wrote this, while i was there...it seemed to fit...
a circle of men,
listening to their words,
as they whisper thoughts of politics,
the meaning of life,
and the rules of poetry...
i watch, interested,
or more correctly, perhaps,
intrigued,
though to imagine myself in that circle,
impossible.
Streamlined and proficient,
producing modern works of art en mass,
such professors of life,
though who ever knew of a teacher
with no students?
i know of one.
actually, i know a circle of them...
Poetry by tony
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Written on 2006-06-30 at 09:17
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late night poetry readings...
i am watching them,a circle of men,
listening to their words,
as they whisper thoughts of politics,
the meaning of life,
and the rules of poetry...
i watch, interested,
or more correctly, perhaps,
intrigued,
though to imagine myself in that circle,
impossible.
Streamlined and proficient,
producing modern works of art en mass,
such professors of life,
though who ever knew of a teacher
with no students?
i know of one.
actually, i know a circle of them...
Poetry by tony
Read 721 times
Written on 2006-06-30 at 09:17
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