Today, this grey day alive with the promise of
Spring, and things, delightful, to come ...
(Despite the rain).
I am minded to remind me (and you, as you're here ... )
That I am a POET!
Prose is very good, in its way, with it's straight lines
And proper grammar, but you know, and I know you DO,
That straight lines are not me, and grammar is for
Writers who know how it goes ...
But ME? I have an oversized ego and
An enormous sense of self.
I like to make words turn cartwheels and dance inside your head
Which lets face it, is a lot more fun than pricking open a paragraph.
I can pick you up in a handful of syllables and
Turn you upside down. Because, you see,
I'm a poet, and I was there when you caught meaning in a sunrise
And watched the slip of a moon rise over our heads.
See. I KNEW it! You WERE there!