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Author: Ana Daksina
A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet
Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land
Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap
Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak
From My Tormentor to Me
This poet would not, and yet will not, record, celebrate, glorify, describe, or call up fear by writing about its experience. But perhaps she does have one more to write -- in compassion.
No.
Here is my message to the universe: Want more poetry?
Disgusted
****, For a second time, this poet's appointment for tomorrow to access documentation for any relief in her current (to use a term very loosely) "lifestyle" has been cancelled due to "provider unavailability." The wait for this simple first step document has already lasted well over a quarter year. The new appointment will be a … Continue reading Disgusted
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