He said, I teach Poetry
He said,
I teach poetry
as an argument.
Similes
squared off
against metaphors,
onamonapia
battles assonance.
Lines wrestle,
punching
with punctuation,
stanza stitches,
bruised ballads.
He said,
I teach poetry
as an argument,
a battle,
a war.
Because words
are worth fighting for,
defending,
and guarding,
until
the last breath.
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Very nice, true, and illustrative in its presentation of the point of the poem
Well-said; I, too, am looking for more “battle,” more “wrestling,” more tension in my poems
Great job! I like it!