Friday, March 25, 2011

Poetry Hates Me...

Poetry Hates Me...

I hate poetry
or rather poetry hates me.

Taunts me with its quick lines,
quick wit
deep meaning

In small passages
shirking sentences
form
expectations

Knowing so few will understand
the weight of small verse
the depth of one line

Poetry mocks me.
With is need to rhyme
in time
or not.

Poetry is not kind
to the writer, the reader,
the poet.

It is a make that destroys the maker,
Poetry hates me.

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