The Poet Fool On the Hill
The Poet Fool on the Hill
Deems any words on paper, a poem
doth make?
Sans meaning, depth, beauty, tis but
a veritable fake!
Classical forms cut to pieces with joy
galore?
Ah, but new forms named after sandwiches,
oh my, they do score?
Poems that make our spirits rise or
surreptitiously fall.
These, my fellow poets cannot be purchased
at your local mall.
Repetitive long poems with Thesaurian words
obscenely dull and reeling.
Shall I pen these, to be at the pinnacle of the
Poetry Soup ceiling?
Tis said it takes ten years to become a good poet.
For me, I am just a beginner, and I most humbly
admit, I most painfully know it.
11/28/2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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