I am not a poet.

I am not one who employs words
To create images of an imaginary world.

Nor am I one who dives into his soul
To ferret out all the agonies
And disappointments for others to see.

No. I am not a poet.
I am not a word.
"All words are lies,"
According to a great teacher who employed them.

I am compelled to use these lying words
To record my observations, my thoughts
My conclusions, always tentative,
Often in wonderment.

To show a blade of grass
To myself and others
With words

I dont call myself a poet when doing this,
I just do it.

04/19/2003

Author's Note: In semantics and neurolinguistics, one is admonished not to confuse the map with the territory ...

Posted on 04/19/2003
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