POEM

Anything but PoEtrY

They say I should write a book,

a novel, a life story

or some self-help manual

to show others how the broken

can mend.

They say:

“This is where the riches lie

in words too close for comfort;

white walls, dark

and ravelled around the edges;

lies, reenacted and wrapped

in a lovely cover for all to read.”

“Step out of your comfort zone,”

they say.

“Words do not have to be pretty

or pleasant to the ear.

Get over your obsession with adjectives

and alliteration;

your desperate need to gravitate

to a genre that takes you nowhere.

Prosperity is just around the corner

if you would just be a writer, a novelist

Something, anything but a poet!”

I suppose poetry is like that silent type...

You know,

the one your Mom warned you about.

By Poet2Angels