734 Avocation 2 (1-5-18) (Use word search box for thematic equilivances) (huh?)

The poet is a gate-keeper
who determines which womb-bound-poem
is worth a birth.

It’s a tricky job,

choosing

whether one should be born,
at all,
into a lifetime of mediocrity,
flopping from the chute
into a forgotten slot
on some cheesy blog somewhere…

and which little meteor will spark
through interstellar space,
illuminating night
with its own energetic light.

A few poets are up to it,
or were.
Most,
like me,
are still,

developing the knack.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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