The Glossy Head Shot
Poetry writes its own music
but doesn’t sing to the choir
It doesn’t lip sync
or use stunt doubles
It won’t do reality TV
Poetry walks a red carpet
but never in high heels
It doesn’t flaunt cleavage
or make acceptance speeches
It doesn’t give interviews
Poetry’s not followed by the paparazzi
but sometimes it is stalked
It travels incognito
and rarely gives autographs
____Colleen Redman____Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
August 4th, 2014 10:08 am
Applauding over here in the corner.
August 4th, 2014 12:50 pm
Yes! This brought to mind as well how I love when poetry hums the music it wrote inside my non-celebrity-head, in an odd turnabout of celebrity stalking.
August 4th, 2014 1:21 pm
*tipping my baseball cap at your poem*
August 4th, 2014 1:29 pm
I dunno about the autograph part, though; some of my poetry’s a real celebrity hound…
August 4th, 2014 7:50 pm
What a powerful, truthful analysis of poetry. You captured her personality perfectly.
August 4th, 2014 9:40 pm
oh wow…lovely ode to the written word. i’ll second all that.
really enjoyed…read it twice. i’m happy to have found your blog!
stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
August 5th, 2014 7:54 am
I liked it! What fun! You made me wonder how poetry dresses?
August 5th, 2014 9:34 am
Love this poem
August 18th, 2014 10:44 am
So true! Nice writing.