Saturday 25 June 2016

Poetic License

Means I can right nonsense, even wright a poem.
It is freedom
To place my comma. where the period, ought
To be grammatically incorrect
Disrespectful of concords
Unmindful.

Is the freedom of the poet to defy gravity and other such law
Without being tagged offender
Dragged unceremonically before
the court of critics- eternal guardians of rote
The gruff nose and sharpened pencil of the high judges
Ever ready to pass “Guilty!”

Is the leeway the poetry always sought to step out of the box. And step sidewards
Circle, Exclaim, Showers. Doodle,Enthuse,Think

Is the reason I will wright this
I shall call such jargon poetry.

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