I Am Not A Poet

Oct 92

I am not a poet,
no word-juggler, am I.
I cannot place the perfect rhyme,
nor keep the beat and time
of structured, stifled, lines of words
that offer naught but dissonance when heard.

I am not an athlete,
no hurdle-jumper, am I.
I cannot throw the perfect disc,
nor toss the javelin and not miss.
I am not the owner of the perfect body, hard and firm.
I cannot do a piroette or execute the perfect turn. 

I am not a dreamer,
no cloud-spinner, am I.
I cannot wile away the hours,
dreaming of princes and flowers,
never facing reality, the joy and the pain,
never seeing the sun, never tasting the rain.


© 1997 Tara Tambollio

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