Ode to Henry
The literary life
Of chaos and strife
Like a marriage with no wife
Can hardly seem right …
Swimming in a sea of words
They dance and they flow
A river of thoughts so wasteful …
Inside my mind so playful
And so completely distasteful …
But yet I know …
Henry Miller
Not the pillar
Of society
We'd all love to be
But his words they
Dance across the page
In obscene chaos
Life laid out before us
You cant ignore
The blood and the gore
All part of the dream
Not all that it seems
For beauty there in lies
Before our perfect eyes
Midst sensual sighs
Questioning what's real?
No longer of importance.
Just allow yourself to Feel...
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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