This Poem was Submitted By: lonnie hicks On Date: 2002-11-24 21:09:06 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Poet Me

I sat me down my Poet Me for discipline's tight regime, hollowing out clear intent for syntax, line breaks and such. Meter, Rhyme and Rhythm too joined the group. We discussed constructs and literati. "Now, I am in charge here" Poet said. "everyone of you has a role. At my pen you'll line up while I align your contenances. Every poem like an orchestra, needs a conductor, the welder of word and form, the rest of you are instruments to play my minor chords" "Well' said Rhythm, "nothing fits without me. I am the heart-beat, the sail upon the sea I am the up and down nothing moves without me." "No" said Rhyme, "I am the music line, the melody sublime. My efforts elicit; guide the listener ship. I am the note's completion. With my friend Meter we are the helm of this ship" The Reader said "No I am the ultimate. I'm the consumer of the trade. Who prevails in all of this is only for me to say." "All of you are undisciplined, are nothing," said Cacophony "I'm the proof of that." "Where would you all be without me?" Emotion, said, who could barely constrain himself,  "no emotion no feeling, no poetry. That's my motto." "No me, no me," rang out and everyone talked all the same. Me, Poet Me and I, had lost all control of them. Til' at the door the familiar knock; the owner of the house returning. Figure quite imposing, came in sat down thumping on the table. "Everyone quiet down and listen up here is what we are doing." In minutes all the quarrelsome brethren lined up picture perfect. Each took his place sang his best in the final orchestral poem. Each time it goes this way. I tend to forget. Poet Me, I and all the rest exist only in Imagination's mind flowing, in this the best of all possible Imagination inspired word, meter, rhytum and syntax-governed, poetic worlds.

Copyright © November 2002 lonnie hicks


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