Sometimes
Poetry
Seems
To be:
A hammer, a stiletto
Pretentious, modest
A mummer, a scream
Propaganda, the gospel
Fucking and sucking
Gorging and fasting
Ducking and dogging
Slick and slimy
Profound, profane
Soulful, senseless
Ass kicking, ass kissing
Soft days, sick nights
Hallow ground, wasteland
Nigger ways, White rights
Blind insight
Wasted words
Tidy turds
Null, void
Dead
and
risen
again
Frederick K Foote
(The image is Mr. Foote)
Saragun Springs 
Fred
Poetry is all that. I do not know how or why one thing will work and another will fail. But when a poem connects with a person it becomes a life long attachment. And some poets like Dylan Thomas almost always will “find” me, while another, Matthew Arnold, will score only once, but Dover Beach makes him eternal.
Thoughtful work again, and I am happy to let all know that you will be back with more this summer!
Leila
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This poem feels dangerous. Handle with care. “A hammer, a stiletto”
Powerful word choices. The contrast worked well, too.
“Hallow ground, wasteland”
Excellent!
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