Keep It Real

(This poem is not a criticism of poetry nor the works of others. Introspection is a large theme in my writing. This poem is entirely about my own lifetime of writing, wondering if sometimes, as opposed to actually participating, I hid in poetry and thus lived vicariously and not outright. Hence the title: "Keep It Real.") Love to a sonnet should not be confined? even worse a spray of Free Verse, if leaving the Heart no true Beating-place: So, keep it real: let the Rose yet feel its scent rising above the page; and Rolling-hills and Watery-spills, such motion a Liquid-pen often stills—the soul one's victim when Writers' passions are little more than frills....