Poetry is so subjective.
That’s what draws me to it.
One mans rubbish
Is another mans gold.
It doesn’t have to rhyme.
It doesn’t even have to have a meaning.
“It’s all over now baby blue”
Sings Bob Dylan.
No fancy words but very stoned.
Imagery is the key here.
I’m not one for ‘love gone wrong’ poems.
They get a bit samey after a while….
….if there is such a word as samey.
You catch my drift I’m sure.
I like a poem with a story.
Straight to the point without fancy words.
There is no need.