Editor's Notes
by Michael R. Burch
Eat, drink and be merry
(tomorrow, be contrary) .
(Bitch and complain
in bad refrain,
but please—not till I'm on the plane.)
Write no poem before its time
(in your case, this means never) .
Linger over every word
(by which, I mean forever) .
By all means, read your verse aloud.
I'm sure you'll be a star
(and just as distant, when I'm gone):
your poems are beauteous (afar) .
Keywords/Tags: poetry, poet, poets, poetic expression, writing, rhyme, verse, perfection, perfectionist, star, beauty
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