A Poet in the World of Reality
Poets muse, waiting: for inspiration, enlightenment, perfection.
I’m impatient, gossiping outside school: road works, celebrities, holiday horrors.
Poets feel.
I am touched by: sunburn, beggars, gastric ’flu.
Poets notice: prismatic sunbeams, striking gossamer; rainbow magic.
I wonder where sodding scary spiders crouch, waiting; spinning in the shadows menacing my existence. So much debris; so much fear.
Poets brave the unimaginable: writing it ...
I take: children to school, cat to vet, recycling to dump, offence ... too easily.
Poets take: liberties, lovers, drugs, forever deciding where to place one ... full Stop .
© Toumai, 2005
Thanks, James, for much-needed pre-crit
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