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Who Am I?

Who Am I?

Who am I

to spoil

the sanctity

of the unblemished page?

Why, I am the writer…

… of course.

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The Untrained I

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The untrained I

To the untrained eye
I
Am
In all likelihood
Just your average guy
(And, not your November 5th, “Penny for the guy!” guy, either)
But, that is to the ‘untrained’ eye.

I
Am ‘not’ your average Joe.
Which, I’ll have you know,
Is a blessing and a curse.
Because, I
Am a poet
Clutching a newly-crafted verse!
Whose labours in being drafted
Have caused untold misery;
Sweat from my brow
(In ‘copious’ amounts)
And – here’s what really counts –
The inputting and outpouring of a ‘huge’
Deal of brain-work –
It almost drove me berserk
But, as a poet
These things you dare not shirk.

I am
As I say
Not your average guy
But to the ‘untrained’ eye
I may appear
Just so.