Crawfishing and Writing Poetry
Cosmic Poetry
Published in
May 15, 2024
Where go you —
to the village
to the forest
to the lake
crawfishing with granddaddy?
I’ve come to learn that words go to a place often filled with pain
or isolation and little consequence
on those dark and dusty shelves where poetry
sits unread and unattended,
and in the alternately special places in the cosmos
where poetry fills the cracks
for those who need to be fed and uplifted.
Where goes the heart
and the soul
once the trolls and the haters
have done their dirty deeds
spoken their minds
and cursed the cosmic moon?
There is little rest for the weary.
Still, the world needs words of poetry.
grace notes: Do you go crawfishing with a line or a net? Do you write poetry in a notebook or typed directly onto a screen?
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