What is the Why for Poetry?
Is it a well worded lie
or a linguistic gathering
for the collective
as suggested
by Bertolt Brecht
Could it be a
conflation of thoughts
strung together
in an attempt to
render a confession
Perhaps it’s to take
random words and
create an obscure flattering
for your secret lover
as Oscar Wilde did
It could possibly be
the lunatic ravings of
an erudite madman
who says he knows
but remains silent
In the end
the only one that may know
is the actual poet
who wrote it
…however…
they’ll leave it up to you