Once upon a time
(coz this is how the literary giants started their works)
there were poets (i am writing on poetry, remember?)
who strived to write poems that rhyme...
(hell, everyone tries that! dont you?)
though there were critics who valued more
the poems with vague ideas, sad and sore,
and which made very little sense to them....
deeming the poets as superior to other men ....
poems about love, betrayal, pain, suffering,
some about life's hope n' happiness, and longing
some good, some bad, some confusing and some amusing....
some are published, some are not...
times are changing, and simile is not so hot,
I am going to join their gang
and churn out poems like a poem-machine bang-bang.
Poems that no-one but me would understand and appreciate
except perhaps my family and friends;
who'll pretend to enjoy my poems.
(he he he I know them too well !)
selling them ideas that don’t sell
but then again...hang on... this is getting too vague...
I realize that my first venture as a poet
is not turning as well as I had thought....
my intuition tells me to stop
this is something that I should drop
don’t want to ruin it altogether..
so thus ends my sincere effort to dabble into poems....
Guess what I discovered?
The ideas that hovered
in my little brain
are just inadequate
to describe the rain
or the pain
or the little grain
of sand
so I’d rather try my hand
at other things....
to be able to See
its not so tough after all
to put it on paper without crumpling it to a ball.
But I know it’s not my cup of tea!
Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:14 am
