Congestion Poem by Jason Murak
Congestion
Congested
Like NYC traffic
Like to many peaches in a little girls basket
Pressure
Like temperature changes
Causing whirlwinds tossing tins
Admiration
Like a tribe of heathens
Breathin' for the sun, seeing bright eyes from their creator
Opening their hearts in song
From a distance
Attraction
Driving me like pistons
Conveying feelings into poetry, though nobody
listens
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4/22/2024 2:41:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like how you can rhyme words I would never think could rhyme You are magnificent!