Painting with words is the purpose poetry presents.
Filtered images arranged like picture pixels
Elicit emotion or image. Rhythm consents
To conformity of meter… or not.
Sing-songy ballads of love or loss is boring.
Show… not tell, is my mentor's challenge.
Shakespeare got away with old form with adoring
Fans trying in vain to imitate.
Poetry is like Scrabble fused with Mozart’s notes.
Cezanne painted vaguely but with definition.
Emily D. sang a ragged song with dashes and quotes.
Botticelli romanced sadness with detail, contrast
And…
Sometimes perspective.
Please abuse grammer - so long as it bears reason.
Alliterate and emote like a young sea otter.
Condense epic impulses to one concise season.
Shape a poem like a wet clay pot on a potter’s wheel.
Make me feel and see your message.
“I want to swim in your ocean”.
Whining and swooning is a fly in a cage.
It buzzes too frequently.
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