All I Ask

All I ask of the Fates
or whomever the weary
beseecher ought to ask,
is that this will be the final
closure that realizes
after tasting stanzas and line

breaks and enjambment and assonance
and consonance, to name a smattering
of the oodles of devices
and tools, any project
considering prose cannot long
proceed before feeling

a significant something or other
is amiss, explained in the basset
glance and crumpled sigh heavily sent
to the chest where those devices
and tools were interred and seeing the world
in this world again landed in inversion.

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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