The Point of Poetry…

…isn’t whether or not you know,
the fancy words of prose,
but of every other word…
and how they make you feel.

‘Tis not a test of vocab,
but of sincerity, something that
means something…to you,
and your life…however slight.

To grade a Poet is to confine his soul,
into that which scholars deem –
appropriate, and with merit. Having
no concept of the life that leads the Poet.

I, the Poet, look forward to a read,
of my words painted upon pulp, perhaps a
decade past, and to the wonderment,
of a battle engaged so many years ago.

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