Who Owns a Poem

Who Owns a Poem? Could I call a poem – a poem if I titled it as such or would this egocentricity cause the poets to turn on me? Words - shifting sands - rolling stones shadows cast by meatless bones memory’s nostalgic noose tormenting the bottled goose. Three shelled game – poet as pea always writing – never free ink stained apron – wordplay runes clandestine nom de plumes. The pen sits mute atop the truth expressed beneath its tip manipulated poetic pawn lost amid a coming dawn Thrusting blindly at the night stalking shadows in the light scratching words in sand, on stone for his poems he cannot own. ©6/17/2017 submitted to – The Creative Collective Anthology Series – Poetry Contest