Poetry

So I’ve been told to write Something great. But who has the time these days To impress the world? So I sit and I think. Think. Think. Think. I’m bloody tired of thinking I want to be Feeling Something. ANYTHING. This is what I came up with. What is defined as poetry? I remember what Robert Frost said, “Poetry is the kind of thing poets do”. I’m doing something But feeling Nothing. It’s not about the way with words It’s all about the interpretation Comprehension The reader’s connection with, Not the words, But with themselves. Poetry. It’s what you make of it And it’s all about what those words do For YOURSELF. Not anyone else. I don’t have to impress anyone. This is MY world. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out