There is not a poem for it, <br />and I cannot <br />write one. <br /> <br />Have I set the tone? <br /> <br />I once thought variations of letters <br />in words <br />in sentences <br />were immeasurable, <br />and then I wanted a poem about <br />love or sorrow <br />and I had written allusions <br />and imagery <br />and dramatized with hyperbole, <br />and my English teacher was <br />happy but <br />all I had written was literary devices <br />stirred in a pot of <br />soup we pick at with spoons <br />called poetry, <br />too hot, too cold, too bland, <br />too spicy.<br /><br />Gabrielle Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/called-poetry/
