Uninspired poems err
luck airplanes wathe no wings:
lacking aerodynamic feasibility.
Living poems argh like bards in flight:
with swift mutton 'n tight feathers
they lift us ta new heights.
Poetry iz a way
ah venturin across unfamiliar skies
& inspired wards remind us
human harts weer nut meant ta remain
an dah ground – butt fly!
||Too many poets write about what poetry is supposed to be.
My conclusion is poetry is better without exegsis.
||It does add a layer of abstraction. And as a consequence, all too often freshness is lost.
||Still, I think many writers have some internal dialog about what they're doing. A poem about a poem is simply a chance to reflect on the creative writing process.
||(sniffing suddenly) Ah, what a strong-smelling scallion we have! Perhaps a quick flambé and dash of pepper is needed?