Three Line Poem

Somewhere a three line poem
Was born but didn’t quite make it.

Poet

Foot and tone and tense and time,
Line, meter and beat;
When people ask me why I rhyme
I ask them why they eat.

Cop-Out

I once was a poet!
I’ll never blow it!
Creative intensity
Feel it
The real it
Record it and save it
I did it
No shit
—–
Cop-out means
a) $20,000 a year
b) $100,000 a year
c) $500,000 a year
d) I can’t write poetry anymore

Poem

A poem is a star,
A hint of truth outspreading,
Transfixed in conception –
The rest is stupid darkness.