Perilous Prose

 

‘Tis perilous, Sir, to write our thoughts to paper,

To commit our living words to those unknown,

For regardless of the flair expressed in writing all with care

The interpretation’s different to each clone.

What may be black and white and clear as crystal,

To others may diffuse as shades of grey

And the message, though succinct, may be read as challenge brink-ed

To confuse and collapse in disarray.

 

Oh the agony and the ecstasy of we writers

Is best captured in the rolling of the dice

For to script all saccharin sweet may be interpreted as… effete?

But a dour approach won’t be observed as nice!

Yet to lay about with broadsword is defeatist

And collapsing belly up implies a lie,

So perhaps the best refrain is to abstain from all the pain

And leave the bloody prose to fools who don’t care… why?

 

Marshalg

In absentia….again!

18 October 2013

Reviews

[Hazel]

Hi,
I liked this poem very much. The first stanza describes precisely what it feels like to write a poem. The second stanza dissects those feelings and shows what it is like to submit a poem for comment.
Very nicely done.

[Marshal Gebbie]

Thank you Hazel.
I have unintentionally offended an old friend several times with my loose prose.
This was an effort to explain myself...an apology, if you wish.
M.

[Hazel]

They obviously do not write poetry. And, you should never have to apologize for what you write.
read moreThey obviously do not write poetry. And, you should never have to apologize for what you write.
H.