Poets and Their PoetryA Poem by Stonz P.I hear poets, poets and their poetry. It is hazy and eerie but I can see Few crafting poetry, some thinking of it and oh so many imagining doing it, misinformed of the differences made. I worry, Doesn't easily amassed validity negate beauties unearthed in uncertainties of juxtaposing sounds with sights or touch with intoxicating smells Or vice-versa, just mix it all up, do more, who cares but who else if not you, "the poet", who misguides those paying misguided attention to scrape on what your bloated ego feeds them to feel to. Are these times when lies are misconstrued supposedly truthfully or is it now the norm for a poet to attain a stature greater than poetry? I wonder, Where are the few? Why am I still thinking while countless myopic dreams come true? It is hazy and eerie and I see, I hear poets, poets and their poetry . . .
© 2018 Stonz P.Author's Note
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