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Write a poem Simple enough Words on paper Grammar incomplete Diction obsolete How hard could it be To be a poet After all, it’s line after line A few words at a time Throw in a twist A rhyme or a list Of Single Words See, I did it too How hard could it be To be a poet And what’s that nonsense Deep metaphors And soul windows death doors Throw in a few phrases Laugh at the mazes Of meaning and subterfuge A Monet in The Louvre Who can tell if you’re right or wrong Because it’s poetry and poetry’s song Written out in words that have barely got a beat Kinda like Thanksgiving with only bone without the meat How hard could it be To be a poet But it is hard Because it’s not about Rhyme or reason There is not formula For the words on the page For the way the ink smudges Or the words tend to run The tears that paint your face The paintbrush that paints that vase Poetry is not so easy It’s the mind at it’s home speaking a language of it’s own It’s when tongue is too slow To encumbered To lazy To hide the nuance in it’s niche To hide the complexity in it’s written form ***** rhyme **** meter Because it’s not about the count of the syllable The references to parable It’s about the heart behind the head Pushing word out of word From the ink on the page To the hearts of another age So how hard is it to be a poet? It’s easy Write freely.
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
To Be a Poet
Write a poem Simple enough Words on paper Grammar incomplete Diction obsolete How hard could it be To be a poet After all, it’s line after line A few words at a time Throw in a twist A rhyme or a list Of Single Words See, I did it too How hard could it be To be a poet And what’s that nonsense Deep metaphors And soul windows death doors Throw in a few phrases Laugh at the mazes Of meaning and subterfuge A Monet in The Louvre Who can tell if you’re right or wrong Because it’s poetry and poetry’s song Written out in words that have barely got a beat Kinda like Thanksgiving with only bone without the meat How hard could it be To be a poet But it is hard Because it’s not about Rhyme or reason There is not formula For the words on the page For the way the ink smudges Or the words tend to run The tears that paint your face The paintbrush that paints that vase Poetry is not so easy It’s the mind at it’s home speaking a language of it’s own It’s when tongue is too slow To encumbered To lazy To hide the nuance in it’s niche To hide the complexity in it’s written form ***** rhyme **** meter Because it’s not about the count of the syllable The references to parable It’s about the heart behind the head Pushing word out of word From the ink on the page To the hearts of another age So how hard is it to be a poet? It’s easy Write freely.
adapted from my blog
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johnathan-liu
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
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