John Lawless Poet Free verse

Oh, Poetry

Oh, Poetry, why are you not
What we think you should be?
Have you not been forever malleable
Pliantly submissive beneath our hammers
Assuming forms that mimic or surpass
The master crafters lingering tones
A thickening of thinning edges
Slicing through the arrogance of time.

Oh, Poetry, must I make you mine?
Court you, cajole you, dance your dance.
Could we not meet as passing lover’s,
Teasers, flaunting temptations,
Scintillating scents wafting wildly
Through a momentary passion,
A secret rendezvous
with desire’s
need..

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Paul Willason August 8, 2023 at 5:50 AM John, Only an accomplished poet could write this. You know your craft and that lovely spirit who captures the soul. Another amazing insight.

Regina Mcintosh August 8, 2023 at 2:57 AM Oh, Poetry.... so graceful and inspiring, a delight and insight into the spirit of the words we write. Tantalizing and abiding in my thoughts, a poem worthy and worthwhile. God bless you evermore. Love, Gina

Valsa George August 7, 2023 at 8:57 PM Lovely poem John. The second stanza is so impressive. Most of us find in poetry an infatuation that we feel for a lover wishing to court and cajole him/her.