I'll be posting an op-ed piece here soon. But for now, here is a poem from my collection, Gordian Butterflies. Best to all!
Owl
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Fugitives
hurt are we,
troublesome,
our guilt like dirty steak knives
that slew sacred cows.
unseen are we,
a battle over Andromeda,
mischievous in nooks
of faint mausoleums.
no preacher freed us,
no Sappho or Sartre,
no Buddha-rung gong
rippling our revival--
no crucifix,
no lysergic diethylamide,
no death or exodus
or creed--
we just saw.
exhumed ourselves,
swept off the webs
of skyscrapers
and cell phones,
washed off the dirt
of What-Must.
we looked at a world
beyond stress-chewed faces
and saw it was good.
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The more I think about poetry the more I dislike the word 'like'. I'd offer substitute for 'like' the 'the'.
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But then who am I? An ex-poet. And not even famous.
Carry on hooting Mr Owl.
Happy New Year. G.
It's true that "like" tends to be overused. If you're writing, say, a story or novel, you probably want to keep it from standing out. I tend to look at the bigger context, and not flee any one word. This keeps things, for me, more free-flowing. Less strictures interfering with creative process. Plus I just love words, and trying to find ways to use them. Thx!
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