What is it Makes Me want to Read Your Poem?
What is it makes me want to read your poem?
I get them every day in my emails,
little flashes of diverse mind in rainbow colours
like sunlight flares off a choppy sea.
I like that.
I’ll tell you.
It’s not the flash, it’s the depth.
Which wouldn’t matter
(what makes me want to read your poem)
except you could substitute other words
and still be true—stitch in
any other subject and predicate
in this fed media world
and the message would be the same.
What is it makes me want to watch your movie?
read your book?
kiss your lips?
vote you President?
Let us not be buried in the shallow.
Poetry is the voice of places
we now too often only pretend to go.