Poets are strange creatures.
Some who are slightly deranged,
make poems that none can understand.
Others, like me, are pragmatists,
who make everything window clear.
And then there are those poetic souls
who weave magic with words.
Never mind the meaning,
feel the beauty.
Weird, but as I posted this, WordPress came up with this quote from EB White:
Be obscure clearly
I like this.
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LOVE it!
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Variety is the spice of poetic life.
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When I read this tonight, I thought of you, and added a new line:
Variety is the garam masala. (wishing to avoid the obvious!)
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Absolutely!
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