Poetry

"Poetry"

Poetry:

You slave and sweat
and all you get
is one word
to fill the void
to utterly avoid
an explosion
of thought

Creativity caught
between rhyme and meter
ink-stained fingers
blood-shot eyes
and, yet, to your surprise
line by line
a stanza is born
speaking
breathing
right here
write now
it doesn’t matter how

Paper cut sacrifice
your blood will now pay the price
for one, small literary device
so clear and concise
it must suffice
it must enchant
it must entice
it must beguile
at least for a while
until you find
unwind
design
another line

Refine
refrain
reset
because in the end
poetry is all you get.

.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.

[And, yes, I am writing a poem--trying to, at least--and in my frustation crafted this. Strange how that works...]