Put Up a Sign or Something, Would You?

I'll take my beauty hard-edged, solid.
Keep your gauzy reveries. I'll take
The mountains' razor ridges, rivers
Crashing over stones. Some rain,
Some lightning would be fine, but
Spare me fog and plastic flowers,
Floating spirits, purple words,
The sensitive, poetic things,
Which, far from solid, won't
Bear weight, and, thus, like
Thin ice on a pond, collapse
Each time I come to them,
And quickly leave me cold.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-02-18 at 22:58

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