Before there was categories,
there was peoples stories.
Told by word of mouth,
or maybe
attached on a bird flying south,
expressed on parchment,
but still expressed in statement.
I write what I write,
express wrong or right.
I don't live in the world of traditionalism,
that's for pompous visionism.
Not my type expressionism.
I reserve the right,
to write what the ham I want to write,
the way I want to write it.
It makes me no difference if it fits,
the traditional transmits.
Or other form of forms,
so bring on the storms.
Thunder and lightening may strike,
but I will continue to stick to my write,
it is my right!
Don't try to fit me,
I don't fit,
I'm a strong individual.
Don't try to categorize my write,
it won't fit.
If you're looking for writes that fit,
then you had better git.
Sincerely.
G
~Chrissie
Happy New Year
Rhyme, free, traditional, modern…it’s all poetry it’s all good.
You really only have to please yourself.
Good points.....your words are heard.
ty, Dani
Best regards,
Leland