Friday, January 18, 2019

This is not a poem


You will say this is not a poem
You will say there are no similes or metaphors
Like a line of crows
    sitting on a telephone wire
    a murder to all that pass
    afraid to fly on your own

You will say this is not a poem
You will say that there is no form
    That my words
        travel on
the page like
a path that
has faded
from the poems
of the past

You will say this is not a poem
You will say that the words mean nothing

That I’ve not said a thing
That there is no reflection of truth
    or painting of nature
    that there is no reason to read this page

But I write anyway
    Because I know that the best way to survive
        a murder
            is through poetry