“This is Another Poem About Poetry” by Morghan Fuller

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I always intend on writing about the way the sun creeps through our window every evening,
Plan on using similes and metaphors to paint the pictures that have been burned on the backs of my eyelids.
I’ll try to describe how her giggle sounds to my ears and tell the tales of our summer nights,
But every time I try to write I get distracted by the process of creating.
I see the way the ink from my pen bleeds onto fresh pages,
And I hear words whisper to me about how beautiful they feel when they blend together.
Every time I want to write, I end up writing poems about writing poems,
And I used to feel guilty about it.
Then I realized that if it weren’t for the poetry pumping through my veins,
I would never take note of how her eyes are always more blue in the morning.
If I didn’t think in stanzas there would never be enough room in my mind for all of the memories.
I used to feel guilty for producing poems about poetry,
But then I remembered it’s human nature for people to thank the god that created them.

-Morghan Fuller

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