Tell me, is it all about imagery and metaphor Rather than poetic treatments that tell a tale As in that regard, I guess I may regularly fail There’s room for both in this world, for sure
All that soft and gentle wording may be fluff Or always being subtle when a point is made It may be anger too, in a verse’s sharp blade If one is deeply affected, then that is enough
Complex structure can often get out of hand Trailing rhyme, iambic meter, syllable counts Yet for meaning, rules leave hardly an ounce And for the poet, not so easy to understand
Using all those fancy words is almost a crime As it may sometimes be close to showing off Basic Anglo-Saxon never needs a hat to doff And sometimes, meaning gets lost in rhyme
This may sound like I’m a grumpy old poet Well, perhaps I am, but I still draw the line Yet inspiration, variety and creativity is fine If words are an unkempt bush, I’ll know it