Lyrical, absurd, and bizarre? Who knows?

[Doreen Peri]

i tend to get wordy with my musical phrases 'cause to me poetry is lyrical, it's about the rhythms of the sounds, the clowning around with language, the vanquishing abandonment of resentments while incorporating a phrase, the imagery to amaze, the annihilation of dismay, the way a heart beats to repeat a crazed conjecture, the necture of a flowering perfection, the rejection of a personal assault, the halt of various stabs against a spirit, though you're far away or near it, the very deliberately stated purpose of a soul, the whole of it resurrected with the verse, pierced in the hands and heart on a traversed cross, stabbed with the interjection of a word into the side of an absurdity! Yes, exactly. And so I take off my crown, get down from my cross, and keep on walking, toss away the sentimental losses, walk until there are callouses on my soles, and then sit down to the whole meal after a shower, debris and dirt dismissed, kiss my kids and go to sleep holding myself in a keeper hold, folded into a fetal, futile position, loving every iota of revelation, the creation of music coming through in new harmonic melodies. Don't you see how bizarre this is? Of COURSE you do! Hat's off to you!

[Steve Plonk]

Yes, we poets are "constantly risking absurdity". Hey, & "thoughts are free, can't put 'em in jail". Great flow of consciousness...

[the mingo]