I met a writer, a fine one who … earned a couple of MA’s and a PhD too.
I listened to him narrate his poems – with a quick turn of phrase or three
Admiring his technique, I told him so after the read.
Now having his book, it occurs to me: Is this an ‘angry young man’; or is he simply angry?
His words are well chosen and flow like wine … far beyond those of mine.
Although, I couldn’t write like that … it’s just not my scene … with satire and sarcasm … running too free?
Tearing things down (Yet, some gave me glee!) it’s just not that deep – far within me.
So, I’ll stumble along … me and my little game … building up here, encouraging there too – or is that playing too much the fool?
When you look at all the injustice, it’s like a bullet to the head
And though some things won’t change, our words must be said.
Yet, the truth I feel, is that we must need them all – the ‘good’ guys, the ‘bad’ guys and us, most of all
To sing from the same hymn book of life, you and me, although the world’s still beautiful – it’s trying hard not to be.
But ‘shooting’ back, one must take care to see, if no one’s left standing, then what will be … maybe not you, and maybe not me; and, talk is cheap – surely you must agree?
And, that’s the challenge, (Would you not say?), trying to save a world, that others would throw away
For lack of rhyme, pentameter … whatever … imperfect is all I can be – born with it, maybe – the best part of me.
Fred Parry www.fredparry.ca (2012)