Split/Ting Headache Poem by Francie Lynch
Split/Ting Headache
The perfect verse,
The one that would resonate,
Cannot be written.
Not by Chaucer, or you,
Not by the rood or sickle,
Not by notes or dances,
Or brush and ink,
Clay or marble,
Any substance, any tool.
But it's there, inside,
Giving us a splitting headache,
Trying to get through the crack.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry,writing
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