I am not a
Poem
why analyze my curves and
connotations?
My living lead saunters
across the page
But its spray
does not spell
Personifications
While metaphorical spiders chew smiles like
grinning similes,
my heart spews skillful
Alliterations
But I am not a Poem,
I do not parade as such,
rather consider me as a passing thought
and even that may be too much