For a Man Indifferent to Poetry.

For a Man Indifferent to Poetry.

Rhyming is pointless.
The words also, indifferent.
But the feeling excited my mind, words gushed out.
Forgive me,
this poem is a love poem
trying to be something else entirely.
Perhaps
you’ll notice a bit of green bursting through the pavement
a bouquet of letters
clasped tightly in my grasp
and thrust clumsily in your direction
for you to re-arrange at will.

 

Picasso The Flowers of Peace 1958

Picasso
The Flowers of Peace
1958

 

 

 

 

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