Can poetry happen with words such these:
Impossible, pointer, jump, muscle, and please?
Or how about glancing and frantic and score?
Will you employ them, or show them the door?
And think about darker, hang, balance, and catch—
If you can’t use them, boy, you’ve met your match.
Skilled poets will use every word that they’re dealt;
They’re not fragile snowflakes that dog’s breath will melt.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher