Poems are People

jwhhobbs22
Aug 26, 2025
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Poems are people

Placing play on words

Reading rhyming

Forms and makeshift turns

And yet

My voice is heard without a box

It’s rhythm dictated by your meaning

And what swift terms, or plays, or verse

Does, but draw and tease and glimpse our seeming?

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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