- Non-Erotic Poetry
- I'm Not A Poet
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Oh, to translate,
decipher, unfold
this state of abstraction
and diligent distraction,
to caress ideas,
clarify ideals,
construct and convert
into human tongue.
Oh, to wield a pen,
to chisel, carve, curve
letters into words
into lines, spines, hearts
and open minds
so unrefined,
unguarded
from the impact
that only language
welded into weapons
can muster.
Oh, to script
the storm inside
into black and white
so beautiful, precise
perfect linguistic
power tripping,
to turn the fire
inside out
and let them read
my electricity.
But here I sit
numb, tongue tied
and all I can wield
is my wish
to break the dam
and flood the universe
with this...
This!
This raging whatever
that can not will not
take form and be written
nor heard.
Hiding, taunting, teasing
just out of reach.
Today
I'm not a poet,
so this will have to do.
- COMMENTS
Angelineover 20 years agocause you can write. oh boy, can you. :)
Rybkaover 20 years agoO.K. Maybe not. I will concede you are not a poet, But you are a POETESS, and a damn fine one too! :p
Anonymousover 20 years agoNot a poet - my eye! If I could produce words like this on a "bad day" I'd be ecstatic! Good work.
Jazzyglassover 20 years agocould better fit the title of your poem than the one you gave it, because it contradicts itself.. you are a poet whether you want to believe it or not!! go on with your bad self
echoes_sover 20 years agoand don't argue with me! I liked this.
I am with you now. Pen dried, fingers still and heart barely a rumbled moan. Hugs
