Am I Close
I would like to be a poet
Am I getting close?
Metaphors mixed and tenses slashed
Imagery by a nose
Broken hearts and thanes slain
Damsels worshipped ever again and again
Perhaps a cheery rhymester
Bereft of similes orange
Sunsets abandoned
By courageous estrange
Does my poesy suffer to suffice?
Are you moved to a nether coast?
Or do you need more fodder
To render the lonely heart closed
Pay for my lines
Don’t you dare wonder?
Most of the good stuff
Passes thru the penchant blunder
Like me stuff—
Or turn to a kindred page
Drinking the lines ethereal
Is all the millennial rage
Posted on May 28, 2016, in Poem and tagged avocation, calling, damsels, fodder, lines, lonely heart, metaphor, millennials, occupation, pay, poesy, poetry, poets, rhyme orange, simile, sunsets, thanes, who am I. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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