(I have not written a poem in years, but I used to write poems back in the ’90s and read them at poetry slams and open readings. My poetry is different than my prose and dramatic writings because once I write a poem I do not rewrite it, making my poetry, though imperfect, as close to pure expression as I can possibly get.)
January 18, 2017
A silent wound
That festers
Planted long ago
Buried by time
Ignored
Expecting it to leave
But is almost impossible
To unearth
The pain that was shelved
Continued to prick
And an old memory
Comes back to haunt
Robert Kirkendall 
Deep Cuzzin and very relatable
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Heartfelt!
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Thank you!
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Unsolved issues generally play this sort of tricks…
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That’s also a theme in the half hour play I’m working on.
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Wow this is beautiful Robert! I’m really intrigued by the fact that you never rewrite your poetry, leaving it in it’s purest form.
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What happened was that years ago I tried to rewrite a poem I had written, and I ended up butchering it. So unlike my prose and drama, which I rewrite endlessly, I learned that my poetry is a verbal snapshot of where my mind and spirit are at when I set down to write the poem.
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