Most Poems

Most poems we could all
have written;
Few though
stand strong
against the sea
of mediocrity.

But be not discouraged
by “be not” phrases
or those who’ve memorized
technical beats;
They often merely bleat
like goats on cliffs
where their true gift
is in nimble feet.

I belong there
among the goats
but occasionally we all
bleat into the wind
and get lucky,
the whoosh and whirl
of creation
belonging to eternity
and physics
but no less poetic
than the gems
we worship.

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