Ode 2 My Poetry

Why can't I do it how I want to do it?

Been told my rhymes are sophomoric - at best.

I may violate pentameter but I write what I like

Why must it pass some journal's vapid test?

Behind a block of writer's I've been hiding

Cowed by thoughts of editing snafus

Trying to write deep, intensive tomes of valid lore

Only to be chastened and abused

There's elegance found in concise expression

Saying all the world in just a line

No matter that I know this, I belabor all my thoughts

Create elegies for elegance in time

Onomatopoeia is my best friend

And alliteration waltzes through my dreams

Thoughts chatter, clatter, chirp and clunk around about my head

Demanding that they be released in streams

And after I have done what I have done here

Exposed my heart by opening my head

I send it forth with hope that someone will enjoy my words

And get rejection letters only, in their stead

Won't you like my poem - just a little?

I promise it won't be a trite conceit

I don’t emulate the standard ways of any other writer

Yet you've called my words monotonous and cheap

But yet my writing keeps on remonstrating

Whether it be ballad or blank verse

It should be able to do, just exactly what it feels like

And it finds your journal editing perverse

It says it does not care if it is published

Doesn't want you to consider it profound

For if you did, it might become repetitive and common

And make cool people, like me, put it down

But won't you like my poem just a little?

At the least - you could be non-committal!