Michelle Claus


My Poetry Is Pedestrian - Poem by Michelle Claus

My poetry walks barefoot along the winding unpaved road
where beautiful people peddle smiles
that tell a story older than language.
Where sundry patches of fabric
are stitched together
to clothe an entire tribe.
Where doorways lined
with woven tapestries
beckon my poetry.
It lingers on
a warp and weft,

then wanders through the market,
smelling the pungency of mongers' fish
and sweetness of clay-warmed bread.
Throughout this braid of wares
merchants hone
their beaded twine
and painted stone.
If it could,
my poetry would trade cadence for incense;
the scent intoxicates its rhyme,
rendering it artisan.
Currency jingles through this bazaar
of humanity,
this thread as versed as time.

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Comments about My Poetry Is Pedestrian by Michelle Claus

  • Rookie - 340 Points Captain Cur (6/22/2014 10:49:00 AM)

    Lots of poetry in this bazaar of silk and gold. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 127 Points Kirti Sharma (6/14/2014 11:45:00 PM)

    awesome write! !
    i like the title! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,724 Points Is It Poetry (6/9/2014 5:03:00 PM)

    Dear,
    your poetry is more
    than pedestrian.
    It's alive...iip (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 5, 2014



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