You’d rather not say it offensively but there
isn’t a way to express an SOS without your
clanging bells or hooting loudly on horns; if
too stiff-upper-lip to be seen as demeaning
oneself adorned in distress flags a-warning
“Be cautious, travesties afoot, tread warily”
then step away from the pulpit. Decide you
care it is a rite of passage for wisdom & wit
Declare amnesty on trite verse that rhymes
with compulsive rigour, brighten stars up a
bit with the view it’s poetry in another form,
lights shining vigorously where illumination
has rare need to declare, or suborn, deeds
of a sublime pen sketching sheer visions
And in the fundament we’ll be relieved our
prejudiced idea of what matters to who by
sharing passion for words that matter - for
words dressed with our emotional mien in
every rainbows’ best expression of all that
makes us wish to wear the poet’s cape
© 2 November 2013, I. D. Carswell
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