In the realm of fantastic fiction,
A river of ink snakes wild,
Between ridges of crumpled notes
And shreds of wasted paper.
A drizzle of sweat and tears
Drowns the saplings of fresh ideas
While bitter weeds proliferate
On freshly dug graves
Of former reputations.
A fairy tale screams in despair
When an essay murders a poem
For falling in love with a novel.
In the desert of daily documents,
A sandstorm of critique
Buries the ruined remainders
Of a once mighty palace,
Built by the Sultans of Song
Out of heartbeats and sighs.
In the cold, concrete jungle,
Under the ocean of ignorance,
Gray-eyed rulers dictate
And all that remains are the facts.
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Precious Poetry
PoetryFrom PROBLEM to POEM in 7 steps the Why, Where, When, What, Who, How & Wow of writing poetry Ai Ni and Ronaldo made this book to help poor people in Haiti, to build a school and teach them the art of a happy life. A warning upfront from the editor:...
