impossible is nothing

July 16, 2009
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Poetry is impossible.
Taking an image, an emotion, a star,
Tempting it with ink as bait,
Waiting, ever so patiently,
Drawing it in,
Into a cage made of metaphors and meters,
And locking it away with a pen.
That is, if you’re lucky.
Often times it’ll run away, and hide,
Never to be seen again.

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