The relationship between poetry and fiction
Poetry,
the language of love. An ode,
feelings magnified into paper. Neatly tied
with a velvet bow, a love letter to one's
intended or beloved.
Poetry, the easy stream of words that pull, hearts
open. I loved. I felt. So, I wrote.
Love, the antithesis of prose,
fiction. The feelings hinder and throw
you into a mass of cliches. I understand cliches
now or why anyone would use them. I am full,
a walking cliche.
Love, the reason for pools of crumbled papers which missed
the waste basket, polling around. Assaulting my eyes. I loved. I felt. So, I couldn't write.
the language of love. An ode,
feelings magnified into paper. Neatly tied
with a velvet bow, a love letter to one's
intended or beloved.
Poetry, the easy stream of words that pull, hearts
open. I loved. I felt. So, I wrote.
Love, the antithesis of prose,
fiction. The feelings hinder and throw
you into a mass of cliches. I understand cliches
now or why anyone would use them. I am full,
a walking cliche.
Love, the reason for pools of crumbled papers which missed
the waste basket, polling around. Assaulting my eyes. I loved. I felt. So, I couldn't write.
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