gkpoetry

An urge to display one’s work,
To have a reading or gallery show,
A validation of sorts
You’ll often not get it though,
As most goers evade immersion.
The avant-garde proffer facile narration
And even ascribe it to you,
When in fact you were rapt with
A Helga or Ken or awash with
Emily’s nectar and dew,
Come slowly–Eden!

To live your life, to have the wherewithal
To study who you are, and be the person
You discover; to not ignore approval
Nor disapproval yet treat those two impostors
Just the same as Rudyard did in IF, as
You treat a scare card in hold’em and yet
Go on to play your hand, winning sometimes.