paper napkin poetry
rhymes written down
just the way they be
poems written on paper scraps
& old road maps
stuck in my pocket
'till they find
their way home
there in the back
of my mind
waitin' for
the rhytmn
ta'dance with the rhyme
coffee houses & bar stools
paper napkin poetry
just waitin' ta' be
words from old fools
like me
That's a good one, Steve. I love the careless way it just falls together - as if it really had been jotted down on scraps of paper. The form fits the subject matter perfectly.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Sally Odgers.