Using Bold

Using Bold

To grab the words from thin air

Hold them and put them there

to step out and permanently say

it is such and such a way

to jump deep inside

instead of hide

and face the face of one's mortality

infallibly

Food for thought is not always tasty

but our reactions still often too hasty

To be a writer it is brave

to the consensus you are a slave

and good writing is never easy

in fact some have made me queasy

But writing is still where I find

truly a piece of mind

Like a dentist I plaster and polish

wrestle and wrangle pull and push

to get a perfect smile

it takes a while

More than ideas are in my head

although I've been told the Art of Poetry is dead

I still see poems everywhere, through teeth in combs

and propped on chairs, words tangled in hairs

So I take to poems to let them out

rarely stopping to edit or doubt

Does this word even go?

Only the poet should know...

often I get it all wrong

out of tune, like this song.

Form and convention is sometimes a bore

All the devices and metaphor

This must follow that, trying to do the math-

what was the order? I'm off the beaten path

I think I used improper composition

or was it my terrible diction?

Either way before you go 

there's something secret you should know

A poet never wrote for fame

for the muse, it's just the way the words came. 

Image By Okeyes (WMF) (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.