Poets are
finger-painters
who love their world
in whatever colors they want
with cotton-candy trees
that never turn dry in winter
and the skies are always
changing colors
speckled with red
People staring up at them
with disproportionate bodies
that manage to function
on jelly beans
but the ocean will always be
dark blue
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Succinct piece that says a lot about the subjective nature of poetry and the stubbornness of poets to change their style,thats how I see it anyway.
As usual with you not a word is wasted and no thought is repeated,
"Cotton-candy trees
that never turn dry in winter"....is my favorite part although the poem in general elicits too positive a tone for my particular sentimentality,but i`m a miserable git anyway
Nevertheless I think its quite brilliant.
Keep writing!!
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Thanks!!! I was running out of ideas for poems for the longest time, I think I still am, oh well, it will come to me
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