fake

a poem about poetry and my poetry

fake

I snuck into the party with a ID hastily made

and stumbled, out of step, into the poetry parade.

In this beautiful country club, I'm surrounded by my betters.

I wave my kindergarten rhymes to show the men of letters.

In the echo of the learned men who came this way before me

I hear the patterned minuets, that if followed, lead to glory.

I chafe in those traveled ruts and I long for something varied

and I hope to spark a unique verse, between school and the cemetery.

Author's Note

all comments welcome

Reviews

[Chris]

Others will always put a person down for free ...don't take their jobs away. It takes a while to have experience and then it takes understanding to deal with it and the heart to share it. We poets are flawed, we're human... some of us care and some can't care ...anymore. Life is real and has a price, a cost it exacts and sometimes we are lucky enough to pay...and othertimes it's our markers that get called. You ain't fake, you're beginning and a person too. Nice hearing you.

[anais.vionet]

thank you =]

[Unspoken poet]

very unique write and well written

[anais.vionet]

Thank you =]