It was writers gaff

A poem emancipated
lies word starved on paper:
Literary Correctional Services arrived too late.

Poetic police called to investigate
a possible homicide:
stanzas cordoned off with red tape,
a crime scene with
little words to go on.


Poetic police conclude
there’s no foul play
but death from malnutrition.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I went through 7 months of self imposed prison ment of my words and craft being brought to life.

Life happens and sometimes gets in the way but there are adventures to be had to write about later on the dreary days

Love the creative funny tale woven here. It was very creative,

[andrew mitchell]

Many thanks PB

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome

[redd Brick Keshner]

Oh no! Gotta activate literary CPR then rehab before release…

[andrew mitchell]

Many thanks Red, hahaha!

[redd Brick Keshner]

You are most welcome Andrew 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊

[Dylan Macadham]

Funny!
Poetic Police, love it!
Are you poeting without a license?
Dylan :)

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Dylan

[Sami Khalil]

I think this poem says feed your mind good, not your ego. You don't want to starve the ideas to death, let them come out naturally.
HNY great Aussie!

[andrew mitchell]

HNY Sami and thanks for stopping by.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. HNY