Being The Poet

Being ‘The Poet’ plays it’s mercenary tune with 

or without strategies reasoned sagaciously - &, 

I suspect for no other reason than it can; we’ve 

treasonous sanity bequeathed herein, which I’ll 

be pleased to see depart, if and when it finds a 

key t’ its own perspicacity; for me th’ sanctuary 

is verse which stays freed rigours of this time & 

space - and with no instep & in-tune audiences 

But we’ll see, won’t we, it replies - th’ echo has 

t’ be more than flies wings beating breezes shy, 

even you’d regret the silence; which is true, but 

I don’t die for communally espoused views that 

have deferentially reached use-by & expired, at 

least in ways I see poetry being my freedom 

© 17 August 2018, I. D. Carswell