Poetry is no Alchemist

[tectak]

(I do embrace what I disdain)

Not everything pedestrian rises above
the prosaic and will profundity embrace nor will profundity embrace
simply because it is imaged in versesurely a comma...and stop. calling me Shirley
trading a suit of plain cloth for one of lace. like but clonky rhythm
Nor can poetry transmogrify the Auteur
who with bland nib of it did writ—Bugger. This is a tortured testament to transmogrification. I can't decipher it....writ as it is wroted.
when with palsied brain he did conceive—Why palsied? Why, oh why? Why not pensive, huh? Why not?
turn from the dullard into the sharpest wit. and turn from dullard int......bka blah blah.
Humorous crit.
Best,
Tectak
©2012 –Erthona


Note: As this piece is too low to deserve high praise, and too light to deserve weighty consideration, I have placed it in this section; however, critique as you will.

Dale