fusion of love and vocabulary –
unverifiable – irrefutable –
time cannot displace the arc –
the bow of light – where ozymandias
dusts off the sand and rises phoenix-like
to gaze on forever
a real poem is never
there are piles of stanzas & even rhymes that claim
glory in the name of poetry, and while I would never claim
the ultimate definition, I do know what it is not.
This, for example, is a doodle.