by Auden James
Being fond of the idea by my favourite philosopher that poems constitute or generate their own language, I can easily find this exemplified here. Well done.
(to be read aloud:)
'though I had sworn by my heart
to never complain about art
now I do and that's a start
a poem's a river that flows
yours got no rhythm that goes
try it again but don't push to hard!
MfG Tom