The Word Poem by Stephen Brian Brady
The Word
it had leaked out of the pen
stood naked
attempting to cover-up it's shape
'it's your meaning I'm after
for a poem'
'but I'm not that sort of word'
having heard this
the unfinished one
rather disconsolate
just drifted away
'see what a difference you would have made '
we sat together
at the edge of creation
no fizz or sparkle in our lemonade
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8/28/2026 7:19:24 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Very abstract, I like this. Beautiful writing.