O Poetry O Poetry
An Acrostic Sonnet
Only words for a poet in exile
Penetrating a few minds to the heart
Oozing thoughts in search of something fertile
Entering a space in time for each part
Truth can never intrude on a poet
Reaching in and out to reading strangers
Yearning for ears more than eyes to know it
Over a dark rainbow’s inbuilt dangers
Pouring a cold drink for a hot winter
Outstretching time’s Punic sincerity
Enveloping each line with a splinter
Towards a near-semblance of clarity
Remembering in a puddle’s pictures
Yesterdays and their principal strictures
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A poem is never finished, only abandoned. Paul Valéry
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Supertramp - The Logical Song
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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