Debra Coppinger Hill Poet Free verse

I Stand

I could sit here and write crap all day
and some self-proclaimed pontificator
would criticize it
for the drivel it is
or
love it,
and call it Poetry.

Open-ended…
Free verse…
Just other names for 
“Got No Talent”
and no sense of rhythm or rhyme
 but 
beloved by those 
who adore disjointed thought
and random word.

Yes, I am great,
for I stand on a rock and shout
so all the world may hear
my prolific
poetic words.

And because I 
catch the eye 
of
One Who Is Heard,
who has access 
to grant money 
or
others who self-proclaim,
I am suddenly,
eternally,
a Poet.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment