A Visit To Poemville
Come with me now
to visit the town
where all the Poems live.
There we have fine houses
carefully built
with words, verisimilitudes
and verbs;
wide open windows;
poetic friends waving from inside
some shutters are closed-
inhabitants moved on-
deleted.
Our streets
have funny names:
Heart Break and Bitter Regret
Love Lane and Candy Dates;
Shoulda and Coulda Avenue.
I have some verbs in the Infirmary
awaiting Transitivity;
The nouns are in the ICU
real unconformable in there;
lots of feelings in ICU-
good and bad.
There are the Orphaned Poems
where Imagination suddenly departed
leaving them dispirited and inspiration-less
They stare at me from their blank pages.
In our cemetery
are the dead and buried ones-
some poems you loved to death
but they just could not live alone
their Similes Similed-
got watered down too much
and they.
just passed away.
I buried them one by one
with a tiny cry
and goodbye;
maybe I loved them too much.
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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