Old Poems By Old Farts In Old Books

A poet who refuses---or who fears---

to learn the heritage of poetry

is like a ship's pilot who gamely steers

without charts, or some knowledge, of the sea.

Like sneaky winds that blow up massive storms,

his lack of couth leaps from his words in swarms

and causes his posting to swamp, then sink,

after some bubbles and a light's last blink.

A poet who prefers to write in vacuum

is like a clodhopper who thinks his shack's room

is all he need know of cosmology;

while the emotions his heart might discern---

with which his verse fills---often proves to be

some after-supper gas, or, else, heartburn.

 

Starward

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