A Poem for the Unpoetical

Beyond rhyme or reason lies the abecedarian

Can one person sell skeptics a poem? Don’t tell me that it can’t be done. Every reader likes to experiment now and then, For what is life without spiciness Going down our throats like a pebble, even if it’s Hard for us to swallow?

I don’t know where I’d be without words Jumping me from story to story, even Knowing that my life’s chapter will end too soon. Long after I’ve dipped my final pen and Made my escape, No matter how many words I’ve written On the page, there will still be tales left untold, Poems unsung, a life of creation Quietly disappearing without fanfare.

Rather than dwell on morbid musings, I will Shout from the rooftops all my Thoughts today, and let loose what I need to say, Until the heavens ring with the Very essence of what it means to be a Writer, a poet, a scribbler of tales, a Xennial whose generation will one day be gone. You see, when my time comes, there will be Zero stories I regret telling, especially since they’ll outlast me.

This poem was inspired by Ali, a wonderful author I follow here on Medium, who wrote this meaningful abecedarian poem:

She, in turn, was inspired by another great poet here on Medium… etc. Inspiration is a great gift to pass on. I’ve never written in this poetic format before and was very curious to give it a try. To my surprise, I found it to be one of my favorite recent types of poem.

If you’re a poet reading this, why not give it a try, too?