I am not a poet
April 1, 2017 § Leave a comment
I am not a poet.
My rhythms are suspect and my word
play awkwardly lingers in the doorway like angsty
teenagers, trying too hard to fit in.
I erase more than I keep,
often more than I write too.
Case in point,
I once wrote a poem with this exact title.
It was lovely and sincere
even if it was a tongue in cheek response to a class assignment.
Alas, I lost it
much like my train of thought,
replacing it with easier to follow cliche.
So in its place, I present
an ode, a tribute, an imposter,
whose truth is much closer to the title than intended.