Wordless

I'm the trash writer, rubbing quick ones out,

never a revision, more conceit than doubt,

words meaning nothing but sounding so good,

thought that I think but I never understood,

there's more to it than just doing thus:

throw words together and hope they look good,

or follow the pattern, and cut out the heart,

only care for technique with no love for the art,

studied the greats and copied in kind,

mine are pure epics to my parrot mind,

you'll hope for profound meaning occult,

and be sorely disappointed at the shoddy result...

For here I am writing with little to say,

but rub quick ones out to show I'm oh so au fait.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A wonderful write...Thank you for sharing...:)..................

[LovingJoy]

Mnay thanks for the positive comment.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is soo true. Sometimes we lose the heart of our poetry by trying to do too much to words that could be more effective simply put.

[LovingJoy]

Thank you. And I'm often too guilty of that...

[Vidya Bacchus]

you are welcome and i am sure that is'nt true

[Joiedevivre]

hahaha i do the quickies too! ;) they work sometimes, it's a gamble!

[LovingJoy]

Thank you, nice you understand the idea, short and sweet.