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This is not poetry

What is a poet?

 

A poet is able to capture a feeling with words.

To adeptly potray one. single. instance.

with words.

With scribbled, illegible

Or cleansingly, typed

clear, crystal, words.

 

I,

am not a poet.

 

I am a monkey,

deftly punching on a typewriter,

finger smashing keys,

expecting Shakespeare

to appear on a backlit screen

or a pure white notepad.

 

I am,

not a poet.

 

I am the grouch,

in a trash can.

Yellow moss on a rock,

pointing south. South.

 

I am not,

a poet.

 

I thought I dripped words

like blood out of my veins.

I thought my muse,

was darkness.

Then the sun came out.

 

So,

I am not a,

poet.

 

I am a high school English paper.

I am the run-ons,

too many ands,

too many commas.

Not even a proper sentence.

I am the red-marked essay.

 

 

I am not a poet.

 

And I have nothing else to say.

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icarus-m
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Published
Nov 18, 2013
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Inspired by Rob Rutledge's "This is not a poem."

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