That's a Snappy Outfit, Your Highness

I tried. I did, but past some point,
And not one far from where I started,
I gave up, and went back to the
Stories in the business news.
These living poets aren't for me.
I weary of their boring sameness,
Born in workshops, I suppose:
The caked minutiae, Mama's kitchen,
Daddy getting dressed for work,
And dripping faucets, livestock,
Weeds, and no conclusions ever
Drawn. And, worse, no real
Respect for words, for how they
Sing when lined up right.
The workshop circles say,
“Describe,” and those within
Them always do, but no one
Asks, “Hey; where's the music?”
Thus, while I read works by
“Poets,” I could not find poetry,
Although I truly tried.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-07-20 at 14:40

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