Read Me
You think you know me through my poetry?
Don’t be too sure.
‘I’ is just a hook to hang imagination on.
I am metaphor, simile,
paradox and contradiction,
rhyme for a reason,
rhythm with intent.
My poetry says nothing about me.
My poetry says everything about me.
The detail is artifice,
form a construct,
imagery a device.
Look for me in the word spaces.
Find me in the stanza breaks.
Seek for me between the lines.
Search for the cause in the caesura.
Divine the things not said.
My poetry is not always factual.
My poetry always contains my truth.
I reveal by sleight of hand,
empathy, emotion, experience,
cloaked in analogy and hyperbole.
But if you can read me I am there –
the beat of my hearts desires,
unveiled by intimations, topics, themes,
that lay bare the passions that drive me.
I risk that I will be misunderstood.
I dare to risk that I will be understood.
Flights, Issue Fourteen, November 2024
Flight of the dragonfly 