Sunday, February 2, 2014

Landfill - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2014 Bob Atkinson
saw a three page dissertation
read every word he said
about the art of poetry
how to write on paper with pen

he seemed to know each corner
of this craft on which he wrote
bedazzled my imagination
so firmly, over and over

watched an interview with awe
that man could talk a lot
about the words of poetry
about his inner thoughts

when came time to read their words
the ones which meant a lot
came not awe and inspiration
came trite junk not worthy of

reading or repeating
or remembering concepts told
cannot in my wildest dreams
think they knew good what they had told

both these fellows were sincere
in their efforts true and strong
yet each had not a clue
about these words upon

which we rely to guide us true
to remember tales of woe
or concepts of the living
emotions sincerely flowed

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