Pointless Poem

This poem
Has no point
For the pleasure
In the curvature of words
And the feeling of forms
So malleable
In the mouth.

Just writing it
Is beautiful elocution enough.
Speaking it
Is satisfyingly pointless.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015

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