“A poem, like a piece of ice on a hot stove, must ride
on its own melting.” – Robert Frost
Is what a poem should do,
Take you to a place of transcendence
Shine the light
Then take it away.
Devoured into a world
Where the characters make the faces you want
And you are a god,
Bestowing upon them the visions you see
Until it is finished,
To be experienced by some other.
– Shammy 8/29/12 12:02pm