Glen Martin Fitch
A PERSONAL HABIT
That brilliant paradox
on Keats' Urn would seem
the pinnacle of art.
But truth is rarely beautiful
and beauty's seldom truthful,
ask my heart.
In some way
every simile is true,
yet faced with truth
we mostly ask for lies.
While often pretty things
please me and you,
an ugly image
can be fresh and wise:
I get a metaphor.
I pick at it for days.
Perhaps it rose up
a mental boil,
or maybe something bit me
in my sleep,
or scarred my soul's thin skin.
And when I pull it free,
oh, such delight,
relief as well,
'That's one less poem to write.'
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