Is there some hidden meaning
to apparent fluff pieces of poetry
which seem to me too long of an expression
of a mere sentence, an over-blown
statement?
Am I wrong in seeing the
over-importance of the flow of
words
in stanza after stanza of flowery text
that goes in circles
and truly doesn’t say much?
To verbally paint a picture
To set a tale in rhyme and rhythm
To express one’s human struggle in
verse;
This is the greatest poetry.
Not this expression of over-inflated
ego
the academic keeps within his Holy of
Holies,
Nor this overflow of sweet-smelling
verbiage,
which leaves a disappointing taste in
my mouth.
