His Poetry Poem by Clive Culverhouse
His Poetry
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I met a man
I never knew
who could never
be known whole
his tongue grew boils
with words he spread
through coliseum lips
his poetry, snapshots
little windows
rooms, worlds inside
he took beginnings
and endings
burying them
in suggestion
in nearby planets
just middles was he
that's when we met
at the midpoint
Sunday, October 8, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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His Poetry by Clive Culverhouse
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