Poetry is a players
game.
written-read
without shame
but guised in ways
to delight
or remove demure
to excite
or shout-proclaim
some deed or woe
or love
and
letting go
but my friend
here's the rub
with every simile
that we grub
to shock-offend
or lie outright
our words themselves
don't makes us
right
We are crafters
our words are tools
I love you all
and April fools.
Good One!
"or lie outright"????
"All poets are liars" ???
~allets~