A Taxonomy of Poetry
This poem has meaning.
You had better believe that it has meaning.
I demand to be heard!
It came to me as I walked the dog, or rather dragged the dog, through a howling gale.
And you bet I edited it.
I honed it to perfection, until it became a sharp and incisive instrument.
My poem will impale you.
I insist upon it.
This poem has meaning, sure
But that’s not its point:
I am exploring my feelings.
These words came to me as I looked into the eyes
of a dear companion,
the wind in her whiskers.
I edited them with tentative trepidation,
fearful of their overworking.
My poem might transport you:
I hope so, anyway…
This poem might have meaning but
I never really thought it through
Some ideas better left uncaptured,
my mind was drifting as I trotted
in the footfalls of a dragon.
I wouldn’t presume to edit it,
this thing of expression;
never the stuff of reason.
My poem aspires to mystify you
but who could ever be sure?
If this poem has meaning, it escapes me
I have no idea where it even came from
Oh shit, what have I done with the dog?
Sorry for the distraction,
I found her
but lost my thread
so when I come to edit
it's like someone else wrote it
Does this poem belong to you, maybe?
I scare myself sometimes