Saturday, March 2, 2013

2 poems at Blue Lake Review

http://bluelakereview.weebly.com/2-by-ken-wheatcroft-pardue.html

The Blue Guitarist
 
He's a singer without a song.
Last night his notes
just packed up and flew
under the metal door . . .

 . . .   and . . .

It is What it is

I've worn down an even half dozen of carpets
to threadbare, church mouse thickness,
proctoring, urging, mentoring, cajoling
my charges . . .

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