Joining the Party

Show not Tell

The summer sun outlined your face and your poem, 
scribbled on a placard with black sharpie. We met
in the middle of a work I was reciting in the city square.

I came to you and you were a puzzle.  I am a puzzle 
because you are a poet too.  Apparently.  You seemed 
against any other form of poetry but your own.  It wasn’t 

so much that your verse was more correct than another’s, 
just that all other poems are wrong. So as you stand 
at this corner, I will continue to worship the Poet, hoping 
those before me and after will still dance to our song.

--T.A. Sukany 30 Sep 2018

Apparently.

Todd, you're killin' me.

Lordy-mercy, can't we all just get along?  This poem made me laugh.  Thank you for posting it.

Okay, I'll try.

A street corner poet/ political/ evangelist?  Gosh, this is up for grabs.  Religion or poetry or politics?

Love that you capitalized Poet.  Thank you.

hoping or believing?  I wanted to separate the last line from the rest.   Last line.  I'd drop: will

I also thought of Rumi with the poem... wonder why....

So many levels.... I like that.

Thank you.

I like the idea that persons of differing beliefs can still "dance"...
That might be hard to do in Poetry but much more difficult in religious beliefs... I know from experience.
So I think there is a lesson to be learned in this otherwise fun poem.

Street scenes in San Francisco come to mind.

Moving that last thought into a stanza all alone might add power.

Thanks for offering this poem... Dewell

via email.

Makes this one even more delightful!   

Go Dewell.  Go Todd.

And I like the tercets. . . .