There is much that will pass for poetry, Rhyme and rhythm are what it means to me However, I'll use other forms as well And hope to do it so that you can tell That I have done it most artfully
This is a page for new work of mine, so that I have some copyright protection before I share any of them elsewhere... So far, "Prose Poem" is the first and I'll probably be adding some more as time goes on.
Working as the bindery foreman for SIRS, Inc. (Social Issues Resources Series)
Ideas come and go, Slipping through my grasp, They dance heel and toe, Elusive as an asp.
Sometimes they'll come again So I have one more chance To hold tightly to them As through my mind they dance.
Poetry's like breathing, Because you're grasping air, Entering and leaving, To find there's nothing there.
Poems become prosaic And it's truly tragic When a poem's mosaic Has to lose its' magic...
Marina and I in Krasnodar, Russia.
Here's something different...
have a job
i can stand,
relaxed, g me and the eagle as a n that i watch, tropical i to hover breeze t above stirs f the horizon, my hair i together, in January, l merging,
in my mind's eye,
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Poetry that appeals to people who think that they don't like poetry! Excerpts from all three of my books as well as some new works can be found at www.poemhunter.com/karl-stuart-kline !
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