Posting Your First Poem On This SiteA Poem by wbiroshort rhyming piece
Posting Your First Poem On This Site
love... Why not! You start! begin to write, you fill in all this vacant white with all your hard-won, inner thoughts so everyone will then be taught, enlightened, by your struggles fraught with all the life-mistakes you made... and then you dream of getting paid... $,$$$,$$$,$$$.$$ Hahahahahahahaha! You know what happens next, my friend - rejection letters, where they send their crushing blow - that you must follow all the latest trendy trends that get you published nowadays... and so you pine, you pine away... Your poem collection collects dust, you die, your heirs are all nonplussed and toss it in the kitchen can - all thinking they write better than the eccentric relative that they knew who roamed the streets and ate bamboo... yes, this is eccentric one is you - writing, dreaming, on this site... ...but wait! There's hope! You posted it! You posted all your work right here! Now some obscure undergrad will, in some academic land existing in the future-tense, discover you! and then dispense your art-wrenched wisdom to the world... Your name will be in hallowed lights, the ring of circled literites surrounded by the bests and brights of these realms cum erudite; and then, long after you've been laid to rest, you're finally paid; the check given to some charity... that helps recovering poets see the folly of their poetry... What? You think I'd write some more? lol Outrageous! How can there be fun in serious poetry? You know it's just futility - rhyming in a free-verse world... Keep scrolling down, there just may be more rhyming, futile poetry... and then again... there may not be... a bee. ...and so there is a bee. This flapping, animated bee. This is the end. THE END I say. or FIN as they would say in French. Sorry - nothing rhymes with French that would, down here, make any sense. © 2011 wbiroReviews
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