Is this considered a poem
If I break up the lines?
What if I were to
Break them at awkward
Lengths
In the middle
Of the sentence?
What if I took the time
To make everything rhyme?
And if these rhymes are cliché
Would it matter anyway?
Is this now a poem
If I took the lost sighs
Of love, loss, life,
And wove them between
The untied laces of
A lonely man’s shoes?
What if I threw in an abstract
Image for the reader to ponder,
Which in fact holds no meaning
to uncover?
What if one finds meaning in it anyway?
Is it the elusiveness of imagined meaning
That defines the spaces between these lines?
Is this now…
A poem?
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