there is a poem within a poem
as it swells and stretches
words on paper
trying hard
to break through
myriad hues
with which i paint
my obvious feelings
but no, it won’t rest
till i have waded
through
trippy metaphors
trailing anaphors
toppled similes
lying crushed
at the margins
of my poetic hubris
and strung a fresh one
stripped off my pretensions
hope brimming my eyes
wishfully plead
you smile
ahh…my words
breath awaited
sigh relief
© Dan Husain
October 19, 2005
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DanClass apart dan ..am mute..cannot even write you back anothe one like Athena did. Am verbally at loss.
This is no poem within a poem, but pure emotions blended in ounce of flesh and Oz of blood..
been indolent to reach this far to your blog..i regret
Gud reading you..
Is it? Hmm...clearly Blue is very, very smart. Or...never mind. Didn't like the poem. But hey, I'm just an ass hole with an opinion. Cheers and later. Will be back. Not sure why. Hope you don't mind. Avi
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