Poetry vs. Imagery
Poetry vs. Imagery
Deny it! Please do!
I’m waiting for you
To tell me that I
Can’t write poetry
Because I don’t use
(because I don’t choose)
Images, pictures –
Colorful fixtures.
Because I won’t write
Of blood in the night;
Or roses and lilies,
The mind-numbing sillies
Like boiling tears falling
And broken souls calling
And sights so appalling –
Is this poetry?
No, it is not
For poems are thought
And thought does not need
To tremble and bleed
And paint and draw
Nor shriek, nor claw
In anger and sorrow
The wounds of tomorrow.
But force down my throat
The pictures that bloat
All ‘poetry’ ‘till
The blood does spill
And you’ve nothing left
But clamorous breath.
Is this poetry?
No, it is madness
That swallows all gladness
To acid and reduce,
Until it is refuse,
The true poet’s nature.
Give me one more picture
And I’ll go insane.
They’ve carved in my brain
The word “Imagery”
Yet I was so free!
Before this cursed law
Deprived me of all
My poetry’s joy.
If this can destroy
And cause me to lose
My once beloved Muse
‘Tis not poetry.
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