The follies befalling an unfledged street poet. (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer
Elegance was perhaps,
my first mistake
as a new born street poet--
The assumption that
my lines of verse had to appear
refined & exotic,
with aureate wording
carrying the touch of melodrama,
caused my works to appear childish
& comically unripened.
Having been caught in the moment
was perhaps, my second mistake
as a fledgling writer--
The rush of emotion & thought
left my verse devoid
of sound & organic structure,
resulting in poems that were
perceptibly rushed; not carefully penned
& constructed, like verse created
with the pen of a mature poet.
Arrogance and indifference
was perhaps, my third mistake
as a naive & young street poet--
Ignoring wholesome criticism
& stern advice, I continued to repeat
my mistakes, remaining oblivious
to having made them. My verse was therefore
without sensible humility.
I could mention other mistakes,
but these are the ones which most affected
my verse & the direction of my pen,
& therefore are worth pointing out.
Despite having made such mistakes,
I am without shame or regret since
my work, though slowly, has grown stronger
from these blunders.
Perhaps the worst thing an abecedarian poet
could do, in the course of his calling,
is avoid making mistakes--
the ultimate blunder one can commit.
A poet with faults that lie in wait,
is an immature poet left unchanged--
a poet who remains vulnerable & vestigial;
easy prey amongst fierce & savage poets.
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