about poems
poems
someone told me
are not written
but fester
in the mind
until spewed out
published
poems
are given away
so the poet
must learn
the craft
of letting go
poems
were present
before you
before me –
recited
by ancients
to public crowds
poems
scratched
like hieroglyphs,
paint
vivid pictures
luring the reader
from didactic
reality
poems
are your
responsibility
so
when criticized
don’t complain
or curl up
in a ball
poems
do not have to rhyme
but may
free verse
all the way
to eternity
poems
exchanged
for money
nowadays
a sum
for a dying art –
long
live the poem
she said
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