A poessay is more than just a lyric;
It aims to sing yet also be empiric,
A tuneful way to find what I’ve to say
Setting it in a form devised to stay.
There’s magic in the web of such a song,
A beat that carries subtle thought along
As from the depths of the Mysterium
New matter rises and ideas come.
To write in plain expository prose
Will often make a sleepy reader doze;
But add a beat, anticipate a rhyme,
Then hear what was prosaic turn sublime.
The message you have sent may be the same,
But one in poetry wins more acclaim.
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While a lyric poet sings and minds his notes
Attending to the feelings he emotes,
And one whose line is narrative will tell
A tale to enchant you with its cunning spell,
My kind of verse straight-forwardly explains,
Less aimed at feet or hearts than curious brains.
My poessays are expositional,
My attitude that of a knowing pal
Who’s onto something that might interest you,
A line of thought I’d coax you to pursue,
And yet as much as you, or more, I find
That as I write I grow the more aligned
With what it was I thought I had to say—
Though without verse, I’d never find my way.