Photo by Sumit Saharkar on Unsplash.
This poem is based on the first line of Marianne Moore’s poem “Poetry.”
I too dislike poetry,
The way it entangles me in its meter and rhyme and form,
Enrapturing the senses and demanding my attention—
I too dislike the distractions
That words are, tumbling through the mind like the footsteps of children:
Joyful and yet obnoxious, because you feel
The silence without them—
I too dislike the silence
That comes from a poemless world
And a poemless mind.
~H
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I'm an artist, writer, and crafter whose creations range from Gothic-style abstract art to crocheted baby blankets. Stories, corgis, and cocoa are a few of the things that help me get through life. Art, whether in words, ink, or yarn, is my passion, and the inability to create is suffocating to me. Here you will find a secret trove of my current works, past works, and even random ideas that come to me in the shower.
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