So You Think You're A Poet? Poem by Juan Olivarez

Jose and Johnny need to get a bottle of Presidente brandy, walk out into the desert, spend the night under stars drinking and listening to the song of the coyotes, then by sunrise they shall both truly know the soul of poetry. The soul within themselves. Hope yer doin well mi hermano...

I've spent a lot of time lately considering what a poem actually is. Or rather, what makes something a poem. This could be obviously applied to the poet as well. Basically what I've decided on is that, if you think it's a poem, it's a poem. Much as you have said here. But then again, if someone else thinks it's not a poem, maybe it isn't. By definition no opinion is ever right or wrong. Good piece Juan

I often have this conversation with myself.