April 2, 2007

Every poet must write at least one poem
about poetry. It must fail beautifully.
It must exalt at least one cliche.

Where to begin this doomed romance?
As usual, with flowers. Poets often write
about roses, because they resemble

hearts unfolding. Poet’s hearts
are ripe arrows. They yearn like exit wounds
waiting to happen. Poet’s hearts

are pomegranates. They squish easily.
Their revenge is to leave
too many seeds in the teeth.


3 Responses to “poetry”

  1. Dave Bonta said

    But watermelon seeds *don’t* get caught in the teeth! They are slippery, and fun to spit. Except for the thin, white, aborted ones that you find in so-called seedless watermelons.

    Have you seen the blog miracle speech? He has two categories, poems and poetics. I don’t know if it makes sense to separate the two that way, but the pieces in the latter category are often fully as poetic as the poems. http://modalminority.typepad.com/miraclespeech/

    “Poet’s hearts / are ripe arrows.” I like that.

  2. You are right about the seeds. Hmmm…

    Thanks for the link, I am browsing it now.

  3. Ok, better? Adds some lovely associations too, I reckon. Thanks for the advice 🙂 .

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