Tuesday, August 20, 2024

New Poem: WHEN THERE WERE GOOD ONES

 read this phrase from a living poet eulogizing a deceased poet:

 went to local poetry readings when there were good ones

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 I knew the deceased poet and he was kind to me

 even though I was nowhere close to his level of accomplishment 

 and I knew he wouldn’t write a sentence eulogizing someone

 with the phrase I quoted from the Eminent Living Poet

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 to me, all the local readings I attended were good ones

 you learn from the best, the mid-level and the worst

 and there are talks to talk and walks to walk

 even if you choose to talk and walk

 without a feverish despair for what may be fickle acceptance 


 

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