Literary substance is a conglomeration
of chimera, illusion and imagination,
none of which, realistically palpable;
yet, all of which artistically potable-
to the yen of poetry's tasting test,
solid, yet fluid for the Mind to digest,
and, all and anything shy of this
abrogates the chance of a Third-Eye tryst,
and, must not be deigned acceptable,
but, void of support... non-negotiable,
for without these poetic intangibles
A Poet may be deemed discredible.
yet each poem be like a fine wine,
all about taste to the very last line!
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Frank James Ryan, Jr./FjR
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