When is a poem not a poem?
“When is a poem not a poem?”
Good question.
Yet, I have no good answer.
“When you read something
and it doesn’t aid digestion…?”
Possibly.
“When you don’t have the earworm swimming around your head like a serpentine simile…?”
That’s a fine image – maybe it’s then.
“On a Tuesday, at half-past three – that’s when it never happens for me…?”
That’s pretty precise – sounds quite concise.
“Anytime!”
I should say ‘yes!’ or ‘no!’ Truth is, I just don’t know.
“So what was the point of asking?”
What indeed, my friend, what indeed.