by Peter Notehelfer
Rebecca Rees

Rebecca Rees

is the beginning
of all good poetry
One word instead of eleven
And to choose an ambiguous word
at that: Why that’s the art in poetry
They’re keys on a key`board
that unlock one’s
tame or torrid

don’t blame
the poet if upon
seeing the deep scar
on the ancient tree you remember
the wound incurable at your heart
which once chosen
marks the gate
in the arbor
of your life

Prophets speak
as prophets see
clueless of reality
Their word is absurdity
except for those without the stars
to guide them in the dark of night
who have lost their way
Who in darkness
watch & wait
for the dawn


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