Poets are seldom disliked
Poets are seldom disliked,
Says a
prose-lover friend of mine
who chooses
to dislike poetry
about
rhyme, he whines
Why are these lines so concise?
Why can’t they be expansive?
Why don’t you let words out like confetti?
Why are the lines so pithy?
My friend,
otherwise, is a sweet-natured person
He loves
words and its camaraderie with a human
But poetry
is a puzzle he can never solve
of his
intelligence, he feels absolved
Now I
introduce him to poetry and its various forms, shapes
Whisper: depends on the choice of words that you’d
like to drape
Poetry can be set to meter or like a river, can
flow
It unknots our internal puzzles and underscores
things we know
He smiles
and says, after a while
Poets are never disliked
But I am. I will choose to dislike it.
And from it, stay away for a mile.

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