Monogram MouthsA Poem by Dana Alsamsam
a thousand brooding poets
with monogram mouths meet at a conference to discuss why sometimes we keep the words in instead of writing them out. once ideas have left we know they won't come back. without the destruction disturbing between your ears and blossoming from the earth in maple trees too tall to climb. once we climb them, we can't be sad anymore. a thousand pitying poets are slapped in the face to find that most of the time, the sadness is all they have to keep their art alive. they wake up every morning wondering why they're still broken and empty when their lips are chapped and swollen, the monograms wiped away.
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5 Reviews Added on November 11, 2013 Last Updated on November 11, 2013 Tags: poets, poetry, sadness, art, creativity AuthorDana AlsamsamChicago, ILAbout"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more..Writing
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