The Truth About Poets

Add a little.
Take away a smidge.
Turn it
and look at it from every angle.

Seek.
Don’t Tell.
Show.
Don’t tell.

Read it aloud.
Let the words tumble.
Substitute.
Rip out a wall or two.
Gently.

Somewhere in there is the truth.
Some will see it
Some will not.

It is their own truth they will find,
not mine.
I am nothing more
than a match to the fire.

About this poem

One thing I have learned. My poems cease to be mine the moment you read it. From that moment on, any truth in the verses is yours, not mine.

And sometimes you amaze me with what you discover in my words.

Tom