Author or Poet? <br /> <br />When I write my thought on paper, <br />Forbid that I should write free verse; <br />Author or Poet, what shall I be <br />Driver of hearse… or giver of life. <br /> <br />Authors writhing in anguished pain <br />Resurrecting rhyming verse again, <br />Doolittle said “I think she’s got it” <br />“Beam me up Scotty, into the rocket” <br /> <br />Things are improving, it’s started to gel <br />From now on in things have to fare well. <br />Balancing out, it’s started to rhyme, <br />Poets have done this since dawning of time. <br /> <br />But woe is me… what can I do, <br />To really impress the poet in you. <br /> <br />Paper is canvas, soft and serene, <br />Snow white flesh…uniquely clean; <br />Untouched it waits whilst I prepare, <br />With eyes transfixed in poet’s stare; <br /> <br />What juice will flow from brain to ink <br />What joy to bring, what odes to sing, <br />Contrasting words of black and pink, <br />When will the ‘word bee’ deliver it’s sting. <br /> <br />The question I ask… are you author or poet <br />The words a ball… what way do you throw it; <br />There are many skins on the proverbial cat; <br />Maybe, just maybe, I’ve shown you that. <br /> <br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/author-or-poet/
