Read my lips, I am not leaving!
My farewell was a metaphorical
goodbye to an era which has
sadly ended; we are bought and
sold by the bushel these days.
My poetic journeys will never be
complete, I search the byways of
verse in and out of the niches
of time and here is where
I reside between forays.
Today is the first where I feel clean
and untainted of the greatest set of
false ideals – I have stated my case
and I stand free of the crush, I repeat,
I won’t play the game.
What I have given I gave in
good faith – hoping to make
reciprocity a key, placing
good poetry back in its place,
up there, at the top of the tree.
© 18 April 2007, I.D. Carswell
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