Reticent
Emotion’s an unappetizing platter,
filled up with squishy innards, slime, and slugs -
or worse, with sentimental subject matter
like birthday parties, puppy dogs, and hugs.
I’ll take a place among the sober Stoics
and light my lamp to shine upon Ideas;
illuminate some genuine heroics
or place a humorous mask on top of tears.
I’ve no wish to make a display of feelings
in poetry – it offends self restraint.
I wouldn’t want to talk about the dealings
that life has dealt – for indiscreet, I ain’t.
I must reject the thought that poet’s art
subordinates the head to foolish heart.
published in Light Quarterly, in the spring-summer 21012 issue