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Poetry takes Time
It can't be rushed.
It is a simple brewing
of borrowed languages
love, thought, trying, tears,
and realizations.
Poetry takes time. Time. Time. Time. Time.
It must sit in the mind.
It must come, slowly.
It must marinate.
Meander its way through
images, visions, experiences,
travels, and conversations.
Poetry takes time. Time. Time. Time. Time.
It is not traffic, political soundbites,
bank visits, transactions, or
urban hellos and goodbyes.
It is not technology, texts,
tweets, a Facebook status
about what just happened at a party.
Not hardly.
Poetry takes time. Time. Time. Time. Time.
You must slow down. Think. Relate.
Reason. Wander. Wonder. Witness.
Wake up. Stretch a syllable or two.
You have to grab grammar and gracefully
place it here, there. Being aware of
each word, verb, and sentence structure.
Poetry takes time. Time. Time. Time. Time.
It's like watching the hands on a clock.
You wonder if time has stopped.
It has not.
Words are stirred in a pot.
You develop a plot.
The next thing you know
you've got a masterpiece.
Center. Accept. Reject.
Perfect. Pounce. Portray. Paint. Release.
Poetry takes time. Time. Time. Time. Time.
© Christopher Donshale Sims
June 9th, 2010
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My hip-hop reaches the intelligent
with information on point and relevant
I'm never hesitent when it's time to rhyme,
reason, regulate and represent
UniverSouL
From the Mind Moving Rhyme "A Poetical Party of Hip-hop Poetry."
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