Nope, this is definitely not a reply to Kurimaw's latest post on "What is a poet?"



what is it to be a poet?



it is to confess you are the One

of the many-selves within you

fond of scribbling trifles

and fooleries if not




lethal lampoons



it is to wear the faces of Janus

to hide the mirth and the misery

of the heart longing to be free



it is to write poiesis

you do not really understand

poeisis that just come out

from the founts of your mind



naturally.musically.beautifully



like the first flowers of May

or the first flight of a fledgling

or the first cry of a new born child



it is to be by yourself

mastering your indifference

while others boast of being good poets

sowing good seeds on good soil



it is when you find some time for yourself

knowing who and what you really are

or knowing what you are not

while the hyddeous God you knew



seems so very very far



writing his own heroics



or couplets



with his



kissless



lips




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