Don't you agree?
They sit hunched in front of the monitor
solitary beings punching out their ideas
and feelings on an indifferent screen
egged on by jejune critics who whine
about their lack of emotion
O I suffer! O I die! O I swoon!
Like Shelley they emote the sense
out of the prosaic verse they create
with excess of exclamation points
and overwrought verbiage
These poetic posers lack the strength
and discipline to work hard at pulling
words and ideas into a form
that pleases and delights
the serious reader
Yes, poets are strange but then everyone is in their own way. We all do what prods us along and gives us some sort of satisfaction. Happy writing, Mick! Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everyone has their own idea of writing as long as you like yours be happy