{"id":7137,"date":"2014-08-08T08:00:35","date_gmt":"2014-08-08T08:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=7137"},"modified":"2014-06-28T13:06:14","modified_gmt":"2014-06-28T13:06:14","slug":"j-k-durick-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/j-k-durick-3\/","title":{"rendered":"J. K. Durick"},"content":{"rendered":"

 
\nThe Poem We Would Die For<\/strong><\/p>\n

There are warning signs
\nwhen one comes on —
\na sharp tightening,
\na thickening, clogging
\nin your chest —
\nlike when a love poet
\nstruggles with a cliche
\nthe word “heart” pumping ironically
\nin line-after-line
\nconsticting the flow
\nwith “…break” or “with all my…”
\nas if we didn’t know,<\/p>\n

and there’s crippling pain
\ncoursing through your arms,
\nyour writing hand gets numb
\nsweats heavily of “soul” and
\nthe urge to make up metaphors
\nfor it, stressful comparisons
\nwhere the vehicle can slip
\ntoo easily off its jack
\nand clump down on to your foot
\nso hard you’ll limp a line or two<\/p>\n

till the angel of death
\nholds his breath
\nwaiting for a closing couplet
\nso supple it
\nwill follow us to our grave
\nand make it all seem worth it.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

J. K. Durick<\/strong> is a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Shot Glass Journal, Black Mirror, Third Wednesday, Thrush Poetry Journal, <\/em>and Leaves of Ink.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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