I admire your profession, aloof poets,
By rhyme and rhythm you always attract.
So many, many fans, local or distant,
Who are ready to offer you bouquets.
And you do have your special rights
To paint your word-scented landscape.
Who stays in, and who stays out,
On you everything totally depends.
Violation of grammar might earn praise,
And verbal distortion an allowed practice.
Freedom has always been much granted
As long as you do not lose your Poetic License.
Sound echoes to sense, and for better effects,
Musicality remains its backbone and neck.
Arranging words in lines, it's hardly a skill,
And all poets need to learn their own trade.
Poet, abuse NOT your Poetic License, as thus,
Since one must always try to defend one's trade.
Creation rarely be without efforts easily made
Where skills are not too adequately intense.
Aug.12th,2009.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I had to stop and think about what you are saying in this poem. Rarely do the words just fall onto the page; effort must be put into honing the craft of writing. A poetic license like all licenses must be earned. Thank you for a thought filled poem
Thank you for reading my writings and leaving an echo for thought...(A poetic license like all licenses must be earned.) Casual writing may also breed pearls, but not so often in my observation.