He had burst onto the scene with a keen ear for words
and he had heard of this poetry challenge.
The balance of his time since then has been spent
releasing pent up poems onto his pages.
Some of his work was outrageous,
some spoke of loss and love.
Some told of from whence he came,
but all the same, his work was expressive,
impressive to some and vilified for its ferocity.
His curiosity with rhyme came at a time
when his voice had fallen silent;
a violent crash of might makes write, but his spirit
kept the faith. And so this slob continues
to lob verbal bombs and hand grenades,
storms of poetic forms and meters,
multi-syllabic manifestos meant to touch hearts
with each flurry. Not to worry about any shrapnel.
As far as he can guess, exploding poets
hardly make a mess!
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Suggested by POETIC ASIDES Day 24 – “Auto” Poem