I Am a Poem
I am a poem.
A poem that says it needs to be famous,
but busies itself with mundane work.
A poem that sometimes acts as if it were on stage,
but usually cowers in the bedroom closet.
A poem that defies gravity like a trapeze artist swinging
through space, only to find no place to land.
A poem that wants to attend the School of Extraordinary Feats,
but after graduating would not know how to apply what
it has learned to ordinary life.
Who would read a poem like that?
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Posted on May 23, 2021, in poetry, Poets & Storytellers United, The Whirligig and tagged act, apply, bedroom, famous, feat, gravity, mundane, need, school, swing, trapeze, work. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.