No Wrong Way


There is no wrong way
To write poetry
Unless you write
Without your soul!

With no fucking boldness!

Let your own voice
Resonate in the universe.
Fly through the air
To evolving ears.
Catharsis is what matters;
Sharing this moment together,
Adding to the history of this space.
 
How long will this memory last,
After we all die and society turns to rubble?
 
Do we have to travel
Faster than the speed of light,
Throughout space,
To be able to actually pause and reflect on the present?
 
How many light years out
Are there still dinosaurs on Earth,
And Kentucky is still an ocean?
 
How many light years out
Are we to other life
That writes poetry in bars
And expresses success and pain through sounds?  
 
If you’re cruising at the right speed,
The present
Can feel
Like an infinity.
               But don’t forget
To…
slow…down…
when…life…is..
moving…too……………….fast. 

-Chuck Clenney

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