Poetically Incorrect

I’m supposed to be brilliant;
be flowing freeverse,
or
jerky—-with purpose,
or
meticulous iambic pentameter.
But I just meander
along at my own pace.

Should I choose it, I should care
To make the couplet my formal wear;
but no ABABCC rules my lines
and rhymes,
if any,
are sporadic
and my verse ragged.

Too wasting of words in my careless lengthiness,
or
too short,
I am neither pithy nor eloquent.
And to add insult,
no particularly smart puns to be had.

A clever poem would make you think,
use its lines to underscore
some worthy point,
or
illuminate some emotion,
or
carve with ink some memory.
Cause you to wonder,
weather its witticisms
[are] obtusely ambiguous,
or
so deep
you cannot fathom its meaning.

No form.
No function.
No rhyme.
No reason.

So sue me.

Poetically Incorrect

moorefaith

North Olmsted, United States

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Artist's Description

Yes, the word “weather” is spelled that way intentionally. Yes, I am making reference to a couple of real poets. No, I don’t think poetry has to be serious all the time. Yes, I realize I’m not as clever as I sometimes hope I am. But what the hell? I had fun writing it. Hope you have a little fun reading it. :)

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