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Book 13 Page 12
In the poetry game
I’m a poet and it seems sometimes that in my greatest works,
no body understands. Alas this seem to be the lot of the
poetry man.
I write about the flowers
dancing in the rain
but then critics say "O don’t be stupid, flowers don’t dance!
Are you insane!!!?"
I write about love
in my rapturous verse,
but some say that "It is then that I’m at my
very worse."
I write about injustices
and man’s many wrongs,
it is then that I sometimes get
the ‘loudest critical gong.’
For it seems that:
This is the lot of a poet trying to reach fame.
Often the poets just pouring his heart out, most times in vain.
Communicating to people who wonder, " Is he clever or insane"?
This seems to be the poet’s lot in the age old ‘poetry game.’
© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au dominicj7@poetry.net.au 3/2/00