I do not know what it was that I thought to say in this.
This that is, or was, supposed to be a "poem" - I suppose.
Not one of genuine notoriety,
Or of one that really has any other meaning
Than words have by themselves.
In light,
My supposing,
Is that this will be a poem of no genuine worth;
One that,
If read in passing,
Will mean nothing in particular.
One that is not extraordinary;
Not exciting;
Not full of sensual words that evoke a reaction.
Not this one.
I'm simply writing the words that come naturally to me.
These are the words that create creativity;
But these are also the words that are not very ...
poetic.
I'm sure,
If rearranged and given time
This could be convincing enough
To be that which would be called a poem;
But, for now,
I will leave this -
Words without feeling;
Without thought;
Words without flow and meaning.
For THAT is what THIS is.
Just read for what it is lol.
Enjoy (:
© Shane Leigh