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Wednesday, July 17, 2019


CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith and Life for the Years of Winter -- THE COFFEE HOUSE OF UNPENNED POEMS

Surely there must be a place
where unpenned poems go
to talk to one another
about their fate

A coffee house of the soul

Complaining about authorial
perfidy, how some soggy morning
brain took the time
to place their words in line
then deemed them too unworthy
to be seen on screen or paper

Or perhaps, being poems,
they would say
“On screen or paper to be seen”

Perhaps they write their own
being themselves
poets in a coffee house

I hold it true, what’ere befalls
I feel it when I’m but free verse
Tis better to have rhymed and lost
Than never to have rhymed at all

Then they laugh
and stare into a mirror
behind the pentameter barista
that reflects nothing

John Robert McFarland

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