Minefield of Meanings
Watch your step:
There's no real right way
To speak about Poesy
Yet somehow it also happens
There are plenty of wrong ways!
Both lector and pupil
Say one thing, meanwhile
Mental and sentimental
Versifiers become divergent;
Their writs misunderstood by gen. public.
These subspecies chant lyric
Only amongst themselves
As do birds of a feather flocking
Together—before excluding any Other.
Think 'synchronized swarm of swallows'.
In this life we all want to be first
In line. Not left behind
Hence each of us breaks off a piece
Hoping that during days to come
Inspired implosions may eventually remind...
A foot soldier trudged fearlessly
Through hostile nobody lands
To tactfully detonate charges
Whose explosive echoes vibrate
Across Akasha's supernal field!
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