Word Without End
Poetry holds no conclusions,
only transitions.
Before one thought is finished,
another is formed.
One line inspires another.
One poem, yet another
Same author, or another.
It matters not.
Once written or spoken,
there is no end to poetry.
This poem is inspired by Paradoxical or how to read a poem,
by Peter Frankis.
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Great link to the paradox of poetry.
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poetry are deep thoughts on the outside of the skull
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Inside
Outside
Deep within the skullside
Poet to poet
Words begin to flow, it’s
Like we’re groovin’ & you know it
Your thoughts, mine
Easily aligned
Can you believe the signs?
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Shoop shoop
Scooby dooby doo
See the flying wavelengths
Coloring the sky
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This is just right Ken. It’s a river that keeps flowing, adding and subtracting parts of itself along the way. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe. Yes, like a current, always changing.
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MARVELOUS! A keeper!
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Merci!
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