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-An irrational or disproportionate fear of poetry

Carolyn Martin

this     cannot be     right    I guessed fear    

of cities    subways   taxi cabs  

of bodies     pressed     to get     somewhere     

down     noisome streets     that reek     

of chestnuts     hot dogs    hardhat     sweat   

of hawkers     hawking      faux accessories     not    

of meters and tropes     luring     mind-waves    

to slow    heart-waves     to swell    nor

of What does it mean?     posed

by teachers     schooled     to explicate

fourteen lines     in multi-paragraphs

yet     when poems     proclaim     humans

on this     wobbly earth     have muffed     

their cosmic test    or stir up      hidden    

narratives of mothers     fathers     children     friends

the witness     they bear      might incite

a racing pulse     and     wildly      startled eyes

Carolyn Martin is a lover of gardening and snorkeling, feral cats and backyard birds, writing and photography. Her poems have appeared in more than 175 journals throughout North America, Australia, and the UK. Currently, she is the poetry editor of Kosmos Quarterly: journal for global transformation.

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