The Unpoetic

I should have been contented with squeezing out
neat verses from jumbled, random thoughts,
with fashioning  stanzas pretending profundity,
and with dashing off lines of serious lyrical nonsense.

I should have been detached and insulated
from pedestrian dalliances with the raw jubilations 
and searing sorrows of the all-too-familiar souls.

I should have taken to heart the art of being aloof  
to the stirrings of the mind about what to you 
are such artless triflings with good and evil, 
with justice and inequity, with ethics in politics.

Then I would have been to you a true poet,
your cold comrade at the shrine of your stoic art 
of the brain, not of the heart.. but I'm the unpoetic.


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Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Maverick Avatar
February 14, 2011 at 11:45 PM
poetry is bigger than agendas Romeo, it is important to calculate things, (however} most of all to then let the words find you, i think you have written well and look forward to hearing more from you.
Naces Avatar
May 2, 2019 at 12:27 AM
Thanks for the comment, Joe.
G Avatar
February 14, 2011 at 11:02 PM
Cool write. ...
Naces Avatar
May 2, 2019 at 12:27 AM
thanks, Kib.
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