Marching Orders; Less Offensive Version

 

Poetry

in its refined, unwavering, unconcerned form

is not pretty

 

It grabs us by the throat

and places us in the mirror,

naked, framed, revealed

with our daily frauds

and innermost forgeries

 

Most of us simply play poets,

to glaze and enamel

our all too human filth

 

Poetry is not an embrace,

but a hard slap in the face;

a tough roll call

and stone cold marching orders

 

All our pretty faces are denied

 





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-07-29 at 11:38

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
:) Made me smile, my friend. Both versions are serious statements. They encourage thought. (I'm a bit 'otherwise engaged' today as my youngest daughter is halfway across the English channel swimning it in a relay of five swimmers - all girls.)
Allen
2022-07-29