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Poetry is…

by t. l. cummings on October 13, 2017

Summer 09 055 (1)

water trickling sideways

or flowing uphill. snow

which deadens the sound of

betrayal like a gun spitting

bullets from its silencer.

the wagging tail before a bite.

a smile through years

or lovers hungry for more

words, penned with a crowded heart.

a verse torn from the heart

for mindful readers.

— t. l. cummings

Photo taken by author.

From: Non-Rhyming Poetry
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5 Comments Post a comment
  1. percolatingpoetry #

    Well-said!!! This is poetry!

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    October 13, 2017
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  2. Mr. Mel #

    Great pairing of photograph and poem. Thank you for sharing.

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    October 13, 2017
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  3. Rekha Sahay #

    beautiful poem.
    happy blogging.
    thanks for follow my blog.:-)

    Liked by 1 person

    October 13, 2017
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