A Questioning Poet

So after getting some reviews on my short stories and my poetry...and after having asked about poetry for a while...I thought...why?

Why?

Why does every word I place have to have a secondary meaning?

Why can’t I simply mean the color blue,

And not the depressing of the character?

Why can’t the ashes be nurturing?

And not scalding?

Why can’t the rain be corroding?

And not baptizing?

Why?

Why can’t I write with truth and be read with clarity?

Why must my words simply be molded into something political or existential?

Why must the light be religious and virtuous?
and not sinful, and ostentatious?

Why can’t the darkness house me in sanctuary?

And the light blind me till insanity?

Why must sex be political?

And not beautiful?

Why must blood be taken?

And not given?

 

Why must we as poets?

Be lumped under categories,

Because we write with simple allegory.

Why are we never trusted simply to tell the good, honest truth?

Why can’t we simply speak of the world as how it is?

Why must we be seen as so damn complex?

Why?

Author's Note

I want to see if anyone can answer these questions.

Reviews

[TLK]

"Why does every word I place have to have a secondary meaning?"

Semiotics.

[Sami Khalil]

"Why must we as poets?

Be lumped under categories,

Because we write with simple allegory.

Why are we never trusted simply to tell the good, honest truth?

Why can’t we simply speak of the world as how it is?

Why must we be seen as so damn complex?

Why?"

All good questions. A good poem...:)