On the Ridiculousness of Being a Poet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sometimes, as a poet, you think, what the heck am I saying? Won first place in a literary magazine contest.

Submitted: June 30, 2011

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On the Ridiculousness of Being a Poet:

 

 

How seldom thoughts can center senseless things:

Make sense of feelings, severed child-like wings

Which dare to show our earnest loving hearts

Those hidden shadows dark with secret arts.

 

Why trouble seeing, being selfish, find

It so much better being simply blind?

No thoughts nor words, no simple image makes

That we, ourselves, cannot but choose to fake.

 

What true emotion do we not defend

Can just be seen by efforts at pretend?

Why try to reason feelings from inside?

Let’s pick and pry with words that can decide.

 

Each concept, action, movement, heartbeat, more

Those deep, well-worked and fickle words explore

Should make you listen, laugh at each attempt

And maybe see you treat with more contempt.

 

For what are poets for, but silly things

Who try to capture feelings, thoughts, and dreams?


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