The Notebook.
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Sandra Feldman
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Infinite number
Of notebooks
I've filled
Hoping to write
The perfect
Poem.
Finally realized
That perfection is
A kind of delight
That resides,
Individually,
In the soul
Of the beholder.
Only the way
Your poem is perceived
Can make it,
Warmer or colder,
Greater and bolder.
Poems are really
A deep partnership
Between their creator
And the beholder.
I think there is something
So beautifully
Human here.
Making Poets,
Even want to
Heighten further
Their sensitivity
And communicative
Ability,
Embracing, if possible
Even deeper, conviviality,
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