the cheese whisperer
2011-03-06 06:47:50 UTC
A powerful poem is a fragile thing
Tweak it too much and it loses it's bite
It's impact can lessen with each rewrite
What started as moving can soon become tame
even changing one word can render it lame.
But when those lacy wings unfold
The result is something to behold
They can lift your soul to unknown places
Or shine a light in unknown spaces.
That silken thread can cut like wire
And set your frontal-lobes on fire.
So take it from this lesson learned
A poem is like a rock unturned.