Truth Can Be A Boring Neccessity For Poets Poem by elysabeth faslund

The aim of the poet, this frivolous
Foggy drip morn...
Is not to in-line 'untruths' in poems...
Not 'lies' like we know,
Rather, knowledge of where/what
We've been, seen, heard...in poetry.

For the Raven beomes white,
Which well may be.
But, we must 'see' this
Raven shading new color...
Wonder, mystical.

The Great Father knows poet-shamans
Well...the Tricksters, Shapechangers...
The Great Father smiles...
Poets laugh lines...
True!