Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,836 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Poets—sprinkle Words - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Poets—sprinkle words onto paper
That in turn becomes glass sandpaper
Optician's lenses, they're freely given here
Readers choose what grade they want.

Is it to be abrasive or persuasive?
Interrogative or simple, non-invasive
As readers, we'll ask ourselves.
What will it even be denotive of?

What will rub, off?
Whatever eventuality, we want polish.
We want black or white glistening onyx
That's all our readers want, let us be honest…

We might like,
But we don't want clairvoyants.
Prophecy, is all well and good
But it isn't sexy or joyous.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 20, 2016


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