Second Edit: To Emerging Poets

[Knot]

Hi Richard,
stronger and more fluid for the edit.

To Emerging Poets
(As an alternative title;
The Future of Poetry)

This is your place [poets]: [another] blackout drunk,
mouth dry [on?] metaphors,
eyes bloodshot and sensitive.

This is your place: hidden beneath words,
(if 'gravestone' why not 'buried' for 'hidden'?)
quiet as flowers by a gravestone.
(Given the symbolism (and history) of
flowers on graves, could you be specific
about which flower?)
A piece of you left on a page.
(maybe 'dying on a page'...or not)

This is your place: far from the head table,
speeches describing their contributions,
I think perhaps your poet should be
listening to...
(personally, I liked the idea of him/her
listening [only] to your own voice)
wine sweeter than anesthetic, louder, applause.
(maybe, 'anaesthetist wine, ...??....and applause?)


Best, Knot.