GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 780 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Hits (Off The Cuff) - Poem by GRANT FRASER

From 100 or so hits, to none,

What do i expect from words then,

That they are embedded and refuse to go,

I figure the next string will
save me from something I cannot
put words too...

Who am I, I mean what is this,

You Poemhunter poets,

Meaning has got me by the throat!

Do you know what I don't know?

Imagination,

You just rise out and up,

My brain like some old
unused vegetable,

Waiting for the big soup of stars

to open up and release me...


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 14, 2013


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