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Poetry Class

June 9, 2010

Pull apart this poem for me now
Pluck its pleasure for your knowing’s sake
– not smooth its gossamer lines to savour
soft upon your ear –
but rend it roughly limb from limb,
dissect it piece for piece until
its sweet cacophony is naught
but fractured syntax and a
wicked rhyme –
each sound considered and
with a purpose placed
and gone the gentle mystery born
of soul-inspired haste.

Written 4 April 2010 – ER

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