NOT A POET I am not a poet. I speak through the lines that fill the page. Words I cannot utter, and thoughts that tumble, sometimes in rage, fly to the paper via the machine that is my voice in this modern age. My mind screams with the lexicon that fills my mind, but to no avail. No sound is made: my dumb throat is mute. I can relate no tale nor enter into debate, argument, discussion. Always, I fail to project the tones that once were strong, controlled, eloquent; enunciating words that could teach, advise, encourage. Confident, I stood as mentor, tutor and guide. Now, I fail, incompetent.
Valerie, it is my belief that a poem is the thoughts and feelings of the writer made manifest, and as such should be able to connect with the reader on some level, what that level is matters not. it should be capable of tripping the reader from everyday thought.
On the basis of the above, you are without doubt a poet.
And as a poet you have great worth, if only everyone was a poet the world would be far more pleasant.
Oh you are definitely a poet!. This is so moving. Thank you for sharing