Poetic Dilemma Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

'You like to scribble then?
How d'ya make it rhyme?
What- it doesn't rhyme sometimes!
That's not proper poems!
That's just writing…..
How d'ya make stuff up?
Or is it all real life?
You can write stuff that you've not lived then?
I'd run out of words…..'
'You poets- all pretentious fools..
Like artwork no one understands,
but talk about it knowingly
to not appear uncool'
I've heard these comments, seen the sneers
but what these people miss,
Is how the words spill from lips to pen
and end up with all this…
Our lifeblood spilt across a page,
Our thoughts spoken aloud,
To write reality that's threaded through
Imagination we expound.
No, not everything I write is something
personal to me.
Some things are really alien
and I hope I never see.
But poets write and write some more,
we see words in our sleep,
and for as long as words will come
I know that I will keep...
On writing words, ... creating themes
that maybe strike a chord,
transporting readers for a while
will be my best reward.