Thursday, 31 December 2020

Two Kinds Of Poet

 There are two types of poet:


Ones who portray themselves,

As an aesthetic of their own creation,

A verbal skin to be inhabited,

A lens through which to view the world,

A better reality,


Then there are those,

Who simply disrobe,

Exposing themselves as formality,


And maybe this is too simplistic

And I like to reduce to the dualistic,

And neglect the nuance of my willful self-deception,

Too caught up in the mirror for my own reflection,



But can you guess which of those is me?

And which I aspire to be?







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