This is not a poem
Despite the rhyming and construction
This is what the critic says
Because it doesn’t follow the poem’s function
I have to show you the dilemma
You have to struggle to understand me
You have to encounter the limitations
Of what a “good poem” can and can’t be
Clever lines don’t make it poetry
Despite conveying my intention
Good poetry has to stick to the rules
And be the result of pure invention
Please don’t come with inspiration
Don’t express in your own style
Don’t emerge with your own cadence
March in step and single file
Try to sound like someone famous
Do not always write in rhyme
People cry for peace
Meanwhile they are dropping bombs
Dead men can’t start wars
I just dropped some haiku lines
But maybe that isn’t poetry
I’ll ask an expert. They will know.
Or maybe they just know what poems are not
“Iambic pentameter is the purest flow”
Truthfully it doesn’t matter
If it isn’t poetry, I’d still be writing
I’d just be calling it something else
And in its expression be delighting
Not simply because I wrote it
But because it’s emerging from Creation
Like a flower that offers fragrance
What I give’s my participation
Whether beautiful or ugly
Lyrically strong or suffering weakness
What I bring forth is what I’m called to give
From the Universe’s unlimited uniqueness
For if I don’t shine the light I’m given
I am a thief and what’s more a liar
And claiming that I am not received
Is no excuse for quenching fire
So call it what you will
I will do what I must do
My words may fail, but I won’t hold back
It might not be poetry, but it’s true
© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II