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A poem is precisely what?
By: James Aitchison
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A poem is a collection of words
that don’t belong anywhere else.
But don’t let the writing show, they say.
Hide the scaffold of structure.
Break forms!
Have I made an exciting mistake?
Some words are scabs to be picked at;
they bleed, heal, become better.
Let punctuation fall like rain or not.
Metaphors: One or two won’t hurt.
Search your grief like an oncologist:
Peck, peck.
A poem is a collection of words
that don’t belong anywhere else.