A summation of a one sided converstation I had with my local librarian.

He said ‘If being obtuse was an art form it would be called poetry!’

Should I discuss dis cuss, or choose to dash it far from us like some kind of dutty discus in disgust?

Cos poetry for me ain't about creating crossword clues,

Nor showing off skills of syntax, by sending artefacts or smarty facts 

by the literary equivalent of an illustrative and alliterative, arty fax,

whilst following a simple list of poetry’s ‘Who’s who’s’, don’ts and do's.

It’s about poet expressing a part of who they are.

Thereby allowing you and me, an opportunity to see, 

From a cute angle,

Something that reveals to us a little more about... we.