Monday, 16 March 2015

#MicroblogMondays: Before I forget!

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!

 

 

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