
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The alphabet laces my thoughts, north and south
Aqueous, Luddite, mendacious, and chaff
Thrilled like a lunatic, a hyena, I laugh
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
Each letter connects into words of my shrine
I paint the vestibule with liquid gold
Out leaps my heart, transfixed and bold
There is no happiness like mine.
Without meter, I fall as a sad amputee
Rhymes are my crutch!
Onomatopoeias and such!
I have been eating poetry.
I have been eating poetry.
There is no happiness like mine
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
(texto from Mark Strand, "Eating Poetry," Reasons for Moving, 1968)

























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Masterful writing!

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Susannah!!! This is at once masterful and moving, such a terrific example of the form which stands confidently by itself, shorn of all rules of form and meter... I loved reading this, Suzie...thanks for once again uplifting my heart with some truly stirring verse!
Wish you a very Happy New Year, full of the same joy and peace your poetry brings to my heart, Susannah!
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Nicely done, though. Thanks for sharing with Gather’s Luminous Writers & Artists.
This particular poem is definitely not my usual voice. Also, did you see Mindful Poetry's form-of-the-month? Here's the column to explain it.
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Without meter, I fall as a sad amputee
Rhymes are my crutch!
Haha! Love it!
Thank-you, John-Arthur.
Stunning and many fun surprises here, Susan.
Thank you, I love your remark!