Lacking in Elaboration

 What began as an introductory course into poetry burned cravings into me, at times very confrontational with the professor, in wanting, needing to be heard. To have him know that I could write poetry, perhaps not as good as Blake, Conrad, Dickinson, Frost, Shakespeare and the countless dead poets whose name escapes me resulted in this compilation. 

Each poem is either fashioned after ballads, Odes, or at times following rather simpler rhyming schemes. Fathom after the day’s impulse…leaving one wanting more at that moment, but not enduring enough since true poetry takes flight once formalized into text or spoken even. 

This collection while apparent in some instances may not be so transparent at other times.