The Caesurian Section
The critic
wheels my poem
into surgery.
He packs the skull
with stately
stressing.
He pins a metrical
foot to its mouth.
He tapes an allusive
paradox to its groin.
My poem opens its
eyes and speaks:
Am I great yet?
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Robert Goldstein 2015-2019
This is an entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #142 – 25 June 2019
Art by Rob Goldstein 
Wow, that’s great. Love it 😊
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Thank you, Deb.
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This is such a fascinating poem, Rob. Well done.
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Thank you. I enjoyed working on it. I’m trying to stretch a bit.
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Your work is very unique.
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Thank Robbie. You’ve made my day. 🙂
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Wow Rob! What an excellent poem about a poem. I really liked your tale. 🙂
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Thank you Kat. You made my day! 🙂
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I love this birth of a poem. Very clever:)
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Thanks you, Denise. I appreciate your comment.
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🙂
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Tee-hee! So clever, Rob. I hope there is peace and joy in your life. Hugs on the wing.
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Thanks Teagan, with Pride Month ending my schedule is less hectic. I resume my twice weekly therapy schedule this week, and I’m working through the other stuff.
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Indeed you are, dear verse,
Greater than the critic, bore
Who’s words are adverse
And are to be ignored.
💜💜
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LOL! I love this Willow!
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Lol. 🙂
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Well done!
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Thank you, Joey!
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Hahaha. Good one, Rob
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I’m glad if it gave you a smile, John.
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Hi Matthew –
This is excellent. You may want to correct the spelling; it’s Cesarean Section if you’re referring to the birth process.
All best, Flora
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Hi Flora. The title is a play on the word caesura, the poetic term for pauses and line breaks. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment.
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