The Poetry has gone out of me <br />I am as blank as prose- <br /> <br />There is no force of feeling in me <br />Flat as a lox my words on the page- <br /> <br />I am the middle of the Midwest <br />Going on and on on the surface only- <br /> <br />I have no inside- <br />No wind shakes me- <br /> <br />Words are words and only words, <br />Detached from all emotion- <br /> <br />How flat stale not even weary and unprofitable can a blank confessional poem be? <br /> <br />The feeling of being without feeling <br />No feeling at all. <br /> <br />A lox inside and a lox on the page.<br /><br />Shalom Freedman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poetry-has-gone-out-of-me/
