Not Some Poem

He tired of writing poems about
morning, old age, and birds,
telling buds, planets, fate, and war,
how everyone knows meadows and hate and silence,
both snow and desire as well, shame and music too,
work to do on dreams, the unfinished and the unaccomplished,
finding success, and nothingness, and television,
precious stones, cast shadows, and faulty family,
forgetting clouds and infanticide and trees,
a night sitting, hell sifting, sunlight, rainbows, and dagger winter,
ill-advised shortcuts, journeys, both spiritual and physical,
angst and orange-red autumn, courses rudderless and steered,
religion, twilight pursuits, early and late choices, love,
and you.

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Aloha #WriterThursday. Today’s #WritingPrompt is

What’s a poem?

Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )

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