No Poems!

Blackboards, smeared and blank,
empty as my mind
my mouth, chalk dry, school desks, holding warm bodies,
all circled round
coughs, paper rattling, shuffling feet,
people moving in the outside hall,
where I would like to be.
Write a poem, she says.
Poems are not for me to write
odes, epics, elegies, meter, alliteration,
timing, rhyming, similes, allusion are not for me
opposites all, of what I write
facts, realism, life's total confusion
flow from my pen with no illusion
lyrical musings are not my style
economize with language? not me, language is free.
I'll appeal to senses and emotions
create emotional impact, aesthetic effect
with the prose which from my mind and pen freely flows
no poetry writing for me.

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