Lord of things literary, please bring me
another dictionary
with unused words for novel weave.
The old clichés I’d bury.
Musicians and artists use the tools
of those who have gone before.
The poet’s words are his alone
to be avoided evermore.
Poetry Soup made up a list
of old worn out cliché’s.
If I should read these dread naysays,
they’ll stick in my head always.
My devious brain will take them
and turn them all around
and present them as fresh ideas
that my clever muse has found.
So many poets have gone before
I fear there is nothing to say
that hasn’t been said and said and said
in every conceivable way.
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Categories:
naysays, on writing and wordswords,
Form: Rhyme