Friday, April 15, 2011
Blind Review Friday
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This week's offering is from a Clevelandpoetics the Blog contributor.
Do you remember the angry poets
and how they rose to speak until
nothing could silence them
in the quest for justice
even for the homeless and vagrants
living under bridges
heat from driftwood
on fires burning in old rusting steel drums?
most gone now, as
power drained from their flesh.
still, some take the old words
over as if they had first voiced them,
now, just picking at the bones.
The poet doesn't invent. He listens. ~Jean Cocteau