Pen It! Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Pen It!



The blood of poems:
arterial words
fading in the filtrate,
transudate, exudate; ‘tis never fair -
and even in the hair the letters grey;
a poem is but ephemeral -
so pen it right away!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011

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