E.J. Langley


Squeeze - Poem by E.J. Langley

The feeling at the heart of things
is the infinite reality of poetry

It reasons the perspectives are boundless
and evasive to the page

While the muse may treat us to a phrase or two
the rest is fodder
and unworthy of the night

To squeeze every ounce of art from the page
crumple it in the palm
'till a single drop of blood is drawn

Topic(s) of this poem: muse, poetic expression, writing


Comments about Squeeze by E.J. Langley

  • Brian Mayo (10/23/2015 6:08:00 PM)


    Paper-cuts hurt worse when it's a poem that did it.
    I agree completely- -every poem starts with one kernel; sometimes it's a kernel of truth, sometimes it's just the seed of an idea. Love the poem!
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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2015



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