Lapidary
You find a poem clotted
with unnecessary words
and brush the clots away.
You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
with unnecessary words
and brush the clots away.
You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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Very true.
Thank you, Erika.
My favorite kind of verse.
Thank you, Matt.
Yes!
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Thank you, Bill.
There you go. Like it.
Thank you, Sam.
So that's how you do it. Love this, Gary *
Love the title, reminds me of gemstones!
Exactly. *