989 THE RIGHT WORDS, ONLY 04-24-21

The poet lives or dies by words.

But not just any words,

not the most convenient words

plucked from the air,


For since a poem is a picture

painted with words,

they must be crystalline,

making clear for the reader

exactly what the poet sees.

Not merely “blue”

when only “turquoise” will do.

Not simply “chair”,


“frayed recliner”.

Not “comfortable”,


“An inviting Victorian love-seat,

plush and seductive,

waiting to be crushed in consumation.”

Not “deadly”.



About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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