I feel like almost every poet has to write an Ars Poetica poem at some point, it’s like a rite of passage for us…
Language is a funny thing
We’re all of us often misunderstood
A whisper here, a murmur there
Soon the talk of the neighborhood.
A way with words is often valued
But in ways different than one might expect
I try not to second-guess my own talent
We all have things we must protect.
While I often call myself a poet,
honestly my meter’s a mess.
I hate adhering to a rhyme scheme.
It makes my poems feel over-dressed.
Sometimes I do follow the rules,
Just because I know I can break ’em.
Having the option lets me relax
Even if I never take it.
Sure, my poetry can be chaotic,
but that’s the poetry I like best.
I’ll keep writing ’til the day I die
at this point I’m pretty obsessed.