Yeah though I walk through the valley of shadowy poesy, I shall fear no evil. For I am not now, nor will I ever be, a poet. I can write of flowers or trees and all pretty things. I can rhyme on my knees Even make these words sing. Of metaphor or irony and other devices I use them quite freely without your advice. I can apply structure or prose and even free flow it. Yet one thing I know is I cannot be a poet. So many forms or rules even critics galore. Its beyond me these tools These societal mores. I prefer love or writing to please my own self. Not glory or fighting for space on the shelf. Im tired or dying and dont you all know it. One spirit descrying I cannot be a poet.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 22:17:11 +0000