what poets don't know

what I may know about it

Poets don't write poems, anymore.
They sing and dance,
cheer the local football team,
fall in love with the cheerleader,
drink beer,
kiss but forget the next step,
fall asleep.

When poems appear in dreams,
in the form of lyrical oceans,
half naked gorgeous pageants of love,
they mistakenly feel its pornography.

Golden castles filled with mythical reality
are historical fan fiction,
Provocative landscapes that appear and disappear
in myriad flashes,
are left alone ad's
for unaccomplished foreign trips,
with unaccomplished women,
due to unaccomplished jobs,
unattained fertility,
because
words were not enough.

What poets don't know
is
words were never enough
they were means to the end
not the end to the means.


© Nothing Personal. May 03, 2011.

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

Yep. Poets don't know about a lot of things and of what they know they can articulate lesser still, for words almost always are limited in their scope and power while thought isn't...And somewhere, I believe, that in trying to master the craft we have forgotten the joy of the art.

[paul]

poets don't know, a lot. cool write

[Kesha]

This is very good! I love the view you pertain here! Words woven delicately, good job! :)