Semantics, do we really know our relationship with it? Just wondering if I actually know what every word and phrase constructed mean.

“Does a confessional poet always confess the truth
Or is there a bit of fiction?”

Something I wanted to figure out too.


The four o’clock poem

Has struck again

When once the words

Poured out during

My morning shower

They now prod me awake

After a restless, useless sleep

And here I am

Tapping away

Peering in dismay

At the pre-dawn computer screen


Wrecking my sight

Of not only the words

But also what I need to say

Does a confessional poet always confess the truth

Or is there a bit of fiction

In everyone’s life

Something we don’t even recognize

Because our reality

Is different from everyone else’s

Is fiction allowed

Or can we create instead of recording

The truth

As the universe knows it

As others think they know it

Writing is a philosophical dilemma

And although millions of literature majors

Write countless papers

About the poet’s symbolism

What do they really know

About the poet’s blah, blah show

Most importantly

What does the poet really know



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2 Comments Add yours

  1. poeturja says:

    Thanks for the reblog! I love reading your writings…

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    1. kazelee28 says:

      Thank you love…😍 I love your works too, very subtle yet honest..😘

      Liked by 1 person

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