the poet like an acrobat
climbs on rime
to a high wire of his own making
Lawrence Ferlighetti
I might compare him
to a freedom-fighter
or terrorist
words strapped to his chest
in place of bombs
finger on the trigger of his pen
ready to spill ink
Or to something sweeter
and more simple
a queen bee
laying her poems like larvae
nurtured on nectar
in the heart of a hive
But I believe poets are the remedy
for the hidden plague
of verbal degradation
panacea for the blighted art
when functional illiteracy
rules the world
Day 16 ~ COMPARE
Anmol is our host of the Tuesday Platform in The Imaginary Garden today, inviting us to honour the centenary of Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
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