Matthew Holloway

Freshman - 501 Points (10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

Odds Uneven - Poem by Matthew Holloway

I am not at odds with the world
nor is it at odds with me
I often tend be elsewhere
writing upon a different page
another chapter another verse
this should not be called strange
or questioned nor explained
a writer, a poet, the artist soul
all it is, is natural
look not with quizzical eyes
or seek to rationalise
I am not at odds with the world
nor is it at odds with me
I shall be found elsewhere
sleeping on a different page


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, May 27, 2013


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