This was scribbled up especially for you Mau. I don't mean your poetry is boring, far from it! but sometimes feel my own is for others, especially when the muse is on vacation. --------------------------------------------------------------
Is poetry a style of writing much like pimped up prose where adjective or metre convert thistledown to rose? Or is it just an art-form where the artist paints in words, brushing strophes of colour from a palette full of verbs?
They say a bard’s a poet who has lost the common touch by posing as a student who has read and studied much. Are Poets trapped in circles as they jamb for foot and rhyme trading decent diction for a half a step in time?
Are poets slated boring when they follow all the rules, others hailed as masters since they mimic styles of fools? Could cryptic verses printed on a crumpled yellowed page end up a future classic by and undiscovered sage?
Accused of being cliché when a word’s been used before and then of forcing language when it’s from the bottom drawer; the challenges of context or a non-authentic voice and all this cause the first word was the obvious best choice.
Do muse-less poets type a bunch of drivel to get by and shuffle words and phrases till a verse appears sly? If this is what you think I am - you’d better take the door, It’s hell to be a poet then discover you’re a bore.
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