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.

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