PrintPoem – Not Another (By JD Dehart)
Not Another
Not another poem
about the crunch of autumn
leaves; I would stuff
the leaves in my mouth,
chew them, and make
a collage.
Not another poem
about pristine snow; I’d
mark it with my humanity,
trying to write a sonnet
in human emotion on an
otherwise untouched canvas.
Not another poem about
the cold of reason; I find it
quite warm actually and in
the folded words of wise
books I kindle a comfort.
[su_jd_dehart]