I don’t believe in Poetry
In symbols and syntax and art
For a poet’s soul does not strive for punctuation,
for alliterations, and assonance and poetic license
it is not the muses nor the gods who seeps into our words
rhyme does not happen with an intellectual smirk
the romance is real, it is pain that we feel, there is hunger and experience and darkness that lurks
In our hearts… or light, or whimsy and flight or beauty and stars so bright
They blind us with their fantastic light
So I do not believe in poetry, but I believe in poets
And I know them by what they write