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Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/759866-Sept-2-2012
Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #1888932
poems inspired from the prompts from the blog "The Sunday Whirl".
#759866 added September 2, 2012 at 11:32am
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Sept. 2, 2012


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Words: last, white, final, number, bare, refresh, gassed, shift, gear, smooth, nine, evidence


Dead Poet

I've gassed the poet starving inside me,
and given up hope of being
the last, great, smooth, white number.
I've shifted into final gear,
stopped hip-hopping with the nine Muses
and Mnemosyne, that old wise Mother.
I've stripped bare all evidence of literary leanings,
hit pause, refresh,
and start all over.







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