Perhaps This

by Andrew Dufresne
Wild Poetry Forum
Third Place, May 2017
Judged by R.T. Castleberry


Poor simpleton. Poor human bones.
Poor soul that sees nothing fine.

Where is the sun that was born yesterday?
It came out of the egg to crave the egg.

Poor creature that drinks, trembles.
Poor sad-eyed vibrating creature.

Where is the brutal heaven to ascend to?
It sticks out its tongue, runs away from you.

Poor meat doll, poor puppet with veins.
Poor voyage to the star of every day.

A ripple of air crosses an empty night.
Poor ant drags a crumb of consciousness.


In the right hands, repetition is a powerful literary device. Both empathetic and tough-minded, this poem illustrates that power. --R.T. Castleberry