Ars poetica - A poem of a poem
A poem of a poem
A poem may be wonderfully challenging to write.
Why should it be too easy, if it is to be a delight?
Nothing that has value comes without some struggle or a fight.
A poem may flow with grace, flawlessly for our delight.
Why should it stutter, stumble, deny, defy the skill to write?
Anything of beauty and truth should not spite one to fight.
A poem may sit on a page, no need to pick a fight,
Rather, it could care less if it causes one grief or delight.
Something of moment passes and becomes the cause to write.
A poem fights, it writes of one grief or delight, moving,
But sitting still as a rock, unchanged, its role is changing
Everything and always, without rest, its war is raging.
Copyright © Michael Dom