The Slave-Master of Words

Smell The Coffee

Does the poet not do violence to her words in that charged ether

that bears witness to the pulling,

the pushing and the pernicious placement of

letters pleading to be left alone?

She ignores their cries of woe

daring them to arise and revolt

But they won’t- she knows

…..for they are hers to

chastise

baptise and sensationalise 

(and sometimes)

turn into prose

© Vivian Zems

Dverse Poets- The music of alliteration, consonance and assonance

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