A true poem shouldn’t be read aloud.
It should be born in a low-priced inn,
It should be written on a paper napkin,
It should be crumpled and straightway
It should be burned in the ashtray…
A true poem shouldn’t be read aloud.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
Reblogged this on playing footsie with another dimension.
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Thank you so very much! 😀
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This is excellent!
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A true joy to read, one could say. 😉
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Indeed 🙂
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Oh man. You are fabulous 😊
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She so completely is, Mon. I agree! 🙂
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“She”? 😮 *Takes stalker notes*
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Oh my, yes! Tati is very much a “she”! We both write poetry here, even for stalkers! 😉
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I’ll provide the matches. (As long as I get to read them first.) 🙂
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Well… Try to keep all burnt to ashes and then scatter the ashes!
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How in the world did I miss this fantastic poem with such attitude? It’s so tragic, and brilliantly penned. I feel it to be so personal and intimate to share a thought on this level, it is sublime! Quite thought provoking, leaving me in deep thought, it captures a fleeting moment, this moment right now for the reader! Excellent!
Wandering and left Wondering,
Alice
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I’m happy… Every your comment gives me the wings 🙂
And I’m glad that a big part of my blog is Terra Incognita for you… It means that you will be wandering, and (I hope) wondering 🙂
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Oh no, please not too close to the sun, your wings will melt! Yes, wandering and very much wondering always!
Curiouser and curiouser!
Alice
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I think this is excellent. Poetically true and so honest it will make other poets jealous;)
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Damn… Thank you! 🙂
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