Show it, Poet.
Build on tall nouns
With verbs that sting;
Slice off flimsy phrases
And bland tributes.
What is it you want to say, anyway?
Show it, Poet.
Don’t hide among flashes of thought
Where predators slink,
Lying in wait
To deceive.
Show it, Poet.
Ply vivid colors
In startling shapes
With clashing notes
Of turbid sound.
Show it, Poet
Show bold truths
Naked and willing
That scream.
James K. Richardson