Really, Who Cares?

Poetry is fine when read in school.
Everyone gets to share their opinions
about what it all means
and what the author’s purpose was.

But, really, you know,
Who cares?

Poetry is good when read on a card.
Someone creates some sentiment
that approximates experience,
and the recipient says “Ohh…”

But, really, you know,
Who cares?

Poetry is okay when shared on a blog.
Some writers crafted some thoughts
and wrestled it into stanzas,
then shared it on Facebook.

But, really, you know,
Who cares?

No, the only poetry that really matters
are the whispered rhythmic rhymes
inside your own brain
demanding to be set free.

So, you know, write a poem.
I care.

NaPoWriMo – Day 23

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