Frantic free-versing

poetry might be some sort of fore-play,
Poetry my well be seductive,
That's why I never claim to be one,
And anyway it never works for me,
So it's probably not a good idea,
though I do think I'm on the quixotic side.
It's the art of being subtle and that's all,
It doesn't prove anything,
But sometimes it's not
best to conjure up what one is thinking,
With dictionary and thesaurus  and much to say anyone can word play,
One can deviate and divert,
One can write under a pseudonym and create some mystique, 
One can even recite now and then.
Its putting quille to parchment and getting it down while it's fresh in the mind,
and in my case I need to understand,
And not to be understood.
but I'm no soothsayer or a harbinger,
I just find the whole experience rather cathartic,
it may all be misleading  but that doesn't matter,
at least I've expressed myself.

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