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By Iðunn

 
they put us out of the asylums now 
lack of funding in this thriving america 
we wander the streets in our rags and delusions 
we tug at your sleeve as you walk by... 
"brother, can you spare a word?" 
 
mad and half-blind we are 
only the other poets are visible to us 
fellow bearers of enigmatic truth 
 
you search your pockets for a spare word 
unexpectedly generous, you throw a phrase or two at my feet 
staring forward and moving along briskly on your way to your next reading 
careful not to touch the dirty poetry on my hands 
careful not to see the dirty poetry in my eyes

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NightFlower profile image

NightFlower  says:
2 years ago

I don't know if you know this as of yet...but your thoughts are poetry.

How is it that writing so justified has a creator that doesn't know that

she is poetic-smile.

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Iðunn  says:
2 years ago

ah nightflower.  I will accept I have something since it's coming from you. 

You know Drax always thought I wrote this about being a successful writer/the poetry establishment.  

I wrote it about him.  He was the one I was begging for a few words here and there from and about the only way I could make sure he would talk to me was to put it is poetry form. :p

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AuraGem  says:
2 years ago

Hi Lounn - Your poem makes me think of "penny in an old man's hat". It begs and pleads so beautifully. Always remember, the greatest beauty is often to be found in the smallest of things!

Smiles and Light!

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Iðunn  says:
2 years ago

:) I'm glad you found this little one. I always had a warm spot for this particular little frozen sparrow of an unpoem.

Thank you~

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