Too easy
Once I wrote in language
dense as earth, full of words
gleaned from years of learning, reading,
and fancy turns hand-picked
from the poet’s holdall of tricks –
allit-, asson-, half-rhyme, and bucket-loads
of metaphor.
One critic said I was ‘showing off’
but I wasn’t. I took delight
in the possibilities of words, sounds,
ideas, special effects.
Still, the injustice stung.
I’ve pared down, am leaner,
but maybe I’ve gone too far;
too many simple gifts, too many
babies slipped through the shower’s
hair filter, too many straight lines.
What do you think? You were there.
What do you think?
Colin Will
01/01/2014
