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This poem is part of the contest:

Neopoem Of The Week June 26 to July 2nd 2022

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In-Vitro

A poem-in-vitro is a slick and foamy thing
That will try to slink (or sink) away

So catch her quickly as she breaches, corral her
Across neurons like a schoolboy, wayward

By the ear.

Then drag it to the sunlight stage. That concrete cage.
Of language limpid, livid, living, liquid—

A place of permanence…
Where the ephemeral

Can play

If you but catch a fleeting fraction
Your poem may yet stay
Slick as a newborn calf

On its wobbling way

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: NJ

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Comments

Rosewood Apothecary

Rosewood Apothecary

3 years ago

Excellent

Nice work. Poetry about a possible poem. Welcome to the site. I really like

“A place of permanence
Where the ephemeral

Can play”

Excellent lines. Keep up the good work.

Tim

Geezer

Geezer

3 years ago

Although...

I am primarily a rhyming poet, I see the beauty of this one. I particularly like the likening to a new-born calf. I can se a new-born poem sliding out of one's ear, and falling to the desk as a slick piece of work, ready to nurse at the breast of the writer. ~ Geezer.
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Jackweb

Jackweb

3 years ago

Welcome aboard!

Give peace unto the vessel that is ready to pour forth it's Abundance.

I envisage the great charming power of expression upload.
My regards to your intellectualism.

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

3 years ago

hello!

B.A. it is very nice to meet you. welcome to Neopoet! I really like the concept of this poem, and the presentation...very good! these are my favorite lies:

Then drag it to the sunlight stage. That concrete cage.
Of language limpid, livid, living, liquid—

(great alliteration, here) an all over great poem!

always, Cat