Huuklyeand Cinquor on Levity in Poetry

Levity does have a place in poetry—

It has to be somewhere 

Between having your head stuck 

In the ground and your feet 

Ascending in air.

Moderator’s comments: I felt so giddy while reading this poem that at first I thought Cinquor had written “feat” instead of “feet”—but then again, I’ve always been a sucker for puns—like John Donne—or should that be “did?”

Stillborn

that

we

could

be

whatever

we

wish

what

a

wish

that

could

be

Charles Baudelaire , The Exterminator

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You Can Lead a Horse to Water. . . .

In my wildest dreams, Pegasus has me

Riding high in the saddle—

(Never a care)

*

When I wake from my nightmare,

I find myself bronco busted—

(Flailing the air)

Huuklyeand Cinquor Telling Us in Fifteen Words or Less Why Poetry is Still Alive

Poetry hasn’t died yet because

Everyone who's anyone's still wondering why

It’s alive.

Moderator’s comments: If this is poetry, no wonder everyone’s wondering.