Poetic License

Poetic License
by Erin L George

 

Don't tell me how to twirl my pen,
don't tell me what to say.
I'll spin in circles when I want,
I'll chew off the every end,
biting, twirling, curling rhyme.

I'll write of things that make your eyes bleed.
(I never said you had to read it).
I'll write of things you can't conceive of
(Never asking you to dream it).

Don't tell me that I'm wasting time,
staring down the sky.
I'm seeing things that you do not
and memorizing day.

I'll go back to my notebook,
savor every bite.
I'll taste the words and suckle them -
spit them out,
back again.
(Let you read it, if you like).

But don't tell me what to say.
or how a poet feels.
These are things only he can know
as he twirls around in life.

Reviews

[Subjective Sanity]

I agree with Patrick. It's terrific, relateable and it awakens every sense. Like Patrick, I am going to add this to my favorites as well. Great job!

[The Analog Kid]

I love how you use the senses in every way! "I'll write of things that make your eyes bleed. (I never said you had to read it). I'll write of things you can't conceive of (Never asking you to dream it)."

We are the only people that actually write and publish these observations....both good and ugly! The whole point is that you have to actually open your mind enough to watch. I love this subject.

This is amazing, because only we true poets understand...


Patrick