Poetry of the life that I know

My poetry is the poetry of the life that I know

That I know like the wise one who knows that he knows

                            dnt

My poetry doesnt ^ care for organisation

My poetry doesnt care for punctuation

It doesnt care for comma full stop question sign

Nor is it limited to consistent excessive rhyme

This is the poetry of life as it flows

Let it flow like the stream let it flow, let it flow

My poetry is grammatically incorrect without apology

My poetry has defied all aspects of chronology

It doesnt care for what happened first or last

Nor is its reference limited to future or past

This is the poetry of life as it grows

Let it grow like the trees let it grow,let it grow

My poetry doesnt ignore literary pedagogy

My poetry doesnt care for your typo graphy

It doesnt care about spilling over on countless pages

Nor is it limited to stanzas meters iambic stages

This is the poetry of life as it blows

Let it blow like the wind let it blow, let it blow

My poetry isnt irony metaphor alliteration

My poetry cannot be reduced to formal explanation

It doesnt care for misguided biographical criticism

Nor should it appease the reader’s skepticism

This is the poetry of life as it glows

Let it glow like the moon let it glow, let it glow

My poetry has no begining

My poetry has no end

But it creates life and destroys at the stroke of this pen.

 © Karlane McFarlane July 18, 2017