"misreadings" poems
Try to remember
that poetry chooses
the poet and if chosen,
beware, for she
can be a real *****
and will rarely provide
a cup of coffee
much less groceries.
Do not think poetry
or fiction will supply
a living, they won't.
Plan accordingly.
Make hard work
and frugality
your floorboards.
Stay rooted.
The coasts are
foreign countries.
America is in the middle.
Nebraska is real;
LA is certainly not.
Talk with poor people
wherever you go.
They know great stories
and because they know pain
laugh more often
than the comfortable.
Find some other work
to hold onto.
Lay brick or landscape.
Write complex software.
Anything physically
or mentally exhausting.
If you are foolish
enough to introduce
yourself as a writer,
ninety-nine percent
of the people you meet
will think you mad,
stupid or simply lazy.
Garrulity marks
the mediocre. Listen.
Keep your true love
separate and secret.
Keep at least one toe
in the natural world.
Fish, hunt, pick berries.
Avoid war and commerce.
Make your poems; craft them
like the things they are,
sparse and flinty,
made of nouns and verbs.
Adjectives and adverbs
are only spices; use only
the fewest and freshest.
Modifiers are poetic;
poetry is not.
Avoid irony like
the plague it is.
Say what you mean.
Do not be disappointed
by misreadings
and misunderstandings
for consciousness
can never be fully shared.
They gets it or they don't.
Drink if you must but
remember that alcohol
is the writer's version
of black lung disease.
It will end up swallowing you.
Mostly just do your art
and try to be kind.
You are just another
sentient being
babbling into the Void.
Modesty and humility
might save you
from the angry gods
but it's no sure thing.
Although you were chosen
for this you are responsible
for your own salvation
or destruction.
*How great is the darkness
in which we *****
Remember:
you can't step into
the same river,
not even once.
If this seems altogether
too much, consider
investment banking
before it is too late.
~mce
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
The Board
by Michael R. Burch
Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood:
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Colonel Klinks, defend the Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.
The best book of the age sold two,
or three, or four (but not to you),
strange copies of the ones before,
misreadings that delight the board.
They sit and clap; their revenues
fall trillions short of Mother Goose.
Keywords/Tags: poetry, accessible, rhyme, traditional, muse, Seuss, Mother Goose, misreadings, discrimination, prejudice, revenues, sales, copies
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 1:40 AM UTC