best friend of kings
rid your daddy's name
adore Newton and inoculation
exiled
love mathematicians
escape through your pages to
Constantinople
as it twisted
it twisted
a relationship with time
my
relationship with time
don't
clean the dust
I don't
want to clean the dust
I
want to wipe my finger through it
through the fissures in Lisbon feeling
Gottfried's ego falter I
want to wipe my finger
through it clean
this fingertip in a river
wilder than I
we are
wilder than I
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I believe you have channeled him here. His writings influence the cause of freedom; we need to find courage again. The ideas he championed are in trouble again!
haha i like the wild...maybe even write a verse in tht dust...smiles.
Beautifully done! The courage of freedom.
Don't wipe away the dust, run a finger through it and emphasize its presence! Excellent.
Don't wipe away the dust, run a finger through it and emphasize its presence! Excellent.
http://poemblaze.wordpress.com/2012/05/06/where-the-heart-lies/
the structure the structure makes me
weak I
weep I
do and
you
my friend
make me wilder
than I
Good work. Just checked out your Micros...love it! Love the concept - little tiny masterpieces - so much contained in so little.
The staccato jumps and extensions and reversals of thought give this poem great individuality, and also suit its subject matter perfectly. And poets shouldn't have to dust--it's wrong.
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