A Poem Explodes In This Poets Mind Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

A Poem Explodes In This Poets Mind

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flying flocks travel in flight,
another faulkner puts down
his shovel, and writes, writes
and writes.
spare me the out cry,
spare me the empty familiar,
spare me the muddled spirits,
and write your own words
with your own blood.
flying flocks travel in flight,
sextan turns up with her friend
plath, and they both write, write,
and write with their own blood.
spare me the out cry,
spare me the empty familiar,
spare me these muddled spirits,
and write with your own blood.
Flying flocks travel in flight, and
a poem explodes in this poets mind,
and i write, and write, and write,
and on this white paper, my blood.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
R R 13 February 2007

Hi David, A lot of emotion and very creative. I find your poems much better David. There is more meaning. Very unique. Excellent write. Take care.

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Margery Rehman 05 February 2007

I found this powerful and so right. A poem is like part of one's being or blood.

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Goldy Locks 05 February 2007

you write with such ardor - that retains a certain staidness, cradling credibility. -~- sjg

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gone gone 04 February 2007

David......good heartfelt advice....well-put.......thankyou.... Love, D.

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