Poeticating What A Poeticator 'Do'

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Blank is my mind like a canvas.
Not filled with disarray or confused with thoughts.
A melody may come into mind.
Finding an image!
And thinking of a time...
To begin a poetic line,
That may or may not rhyme.
As a mental search begins,
Defining an image.
Before surrounding that with meaning.
Something accessible.
And has comprehension in it that screams.
Then frame it with...
A title meant for it!
That's the task of one who 'poeticates'.
In creative ways...
That uses the reader as baited prey!

'Poeticates? Po-et-o-cates, okay?
One who is in the process of preparing,
A poetic verse to be spoken publicly! '

If it sounds good,
Make your own stuff up!
That's all it is anyway!
Finding something that connects.
And reflects with anticipation.
Not to be confused with po' etiquette!
And depending on the nature of the 'piece'...
That too is invited!
Poeticating what a poeticator 'do' when done!

Comments about Poeticating What A Poeticator 'Do'

... so as not to force oneself to write a poem, at a time when any 'pressing' subject hadn't yet alighted in mind, while it were much better just to sit back and relax for the time being, so as to allow for time for the right inspirations to come around. And then, indeed, given that attitude, a poetic kick will happen for sure, within less than a year or two! And be a truly good work. Nothing neurotic like most of today's poetry!

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