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Ars Poetica || Poem Ashley Aufderheide
from Daedalus 2022
Ars Poetica
What does it feel like to write a poem? Good question.
The peeling of a melon— the sacred whisper of a secret untold.
A hand gripping my cheek and wiping away my solitude within— my soundless screams being lulled. It’s going to be okay.
Radio static groaning, aching to become the music it withholds, bursting to the echoes of piano and jazz.
The itches in my brain, and the way my thick nails can’t scratch my thin nerves to ease the irritation in my blood.
The taste of raw batter, hungry to be cooked, ready to crumble and expose.
Give me another empty page— I’ll write another one. Ashley Aufderheide
Elizabeth Spaulding In the Crowd
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