In Search of Some Je Ne Sais Quoi
His lines he always wanted to shine
With éclat and style mingled fine
To bedazzle and strike with awe
Those who bothered to read a line
For hours on end, would he ponder
On how he could rive you asunder
With some poetic turn of phrase
Perfectly pointed sans all blunder
Listen to what he learned at last
Content when he was with his writing cast
Easy on the ear, loud and clear
Words were raining down somewhat thick and fast
A maestro, he remembered one day
Had told him of some versed in display
Who sadly think have a lot to say
Yet, their dead words at the moon but bay
Flowing, flaying, flaming, fighting
Blowing, playing, blaming, biting
Loving, loathing, baring, clothing
All this juxtaposed in your writing
Fails to offer what it does take
To pregnant poetry make
Poetry boils from within
Insight absent, it will not take
Soulless words will never congeal
The pest of pomp, you can’t conceal
“Good wine needs no bush”, said the poet
The wise take not the fruit for the peel
The epiphany shook him to his sense
His lines now seemed a pile of nonsense
From here to Timbuktu, he thought
Ran the serpentine to eloquence
Poetasters push the pen too hard
They throw a wheel if you would regard
Literary knowledge is not enough
It takes more wisdom to be a bard
Copyright © Khashayar Salehi | Year Posted 2021
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