For We Write Poems 169: Preamble

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2013/08/08/prompt-169-dangerous-poems/

...what are the little dangers and the large ones? No one has ever written this.

- John Steinbeck

Preamble

I am a poet, I am a writer, I am a storyteller.

Them, there are a bunch of dangerous words.

Because now I have committed myself -

perhaps should be committed...

Along with all those other famous

and infamous personages that claim to

perhaps understand the placement of words.

Now just what am I going to do with them...

those darkly ominous threatening cloudy obscure

words that eek and ooze out of every pore of

my being even when I don’t have a pen, or

a keyboard to enslave and demand purchase

for the dramatic, comedic, rebellious or soothing

sentences strung together to make sense?

How long can I feign incompetence, or

ignorance of rules, or proclamations that

I don’t want my words to be misconstrued,

edited or even bound - sent out into the real

world like unprepared children awaiting

critique and review...and yet that’s what I have

been doing; babbling; bobbing in spaces

Now just what am I going to do with me...

hide behind the apron strings of familial duty -

make the excuse once again that I don’t have

the time to pursue self publishing because I don’t

have someone else to do the leg work, listen to

myself; dramatic, comedic, rebellious and soothing

soul-speak, heart palpitating as I say; some day!

©JP/davh