Destined for greatness

Enjambment run galore
They gush over broken prose
Calling themselves modern poets
And yet nothing I suppose…

But the font looks pretty cool
Smeared against the white page
Because they said it was prestigious
And yet they don't get paid…

Wait till the complaints pour in
"No one reads poems anymore!"
And here We sit with adoring fans
Begging to hear more…

Dedicated to the all unpublished stars

The truth is in our wings
And so we soar higher
Searching for nothing…


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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12 Responses to Destined for greatness

  1. Reblogged this on davidbruceblog and commented:
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  2. So you read my horrible example of enjambment…

    I like this. If I’d written it, I’d have been unable to resist using the very technique I was deriding, thereby ruining it. I don’t always take myself seriously, and it’s good to have both humour and controversy in all forms of art. It moves art along.

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  3. I was actually intending to employ the method but ended channeling Emily Dickinson ghost. To be fair tho, this is more a reflection of the university publishing industry than your post. I actually like most of the poets I find on WordPress. I just dislike the egos of those who feel being professionally published is the only way to becoming a true poet.

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  4. I feel the same. Poetry is is the words, not the shiny paper.
    I have a confession to make. In the conmments box beneath your post, I ejambelised (my word – I also have enjambelification – the act of enjambelising) the first stanza of your poem, but I deleted it, as I was worried you might think I was trying to insult you. I wasn’t; I’ve done far worse things to both Shakespeare and Ben Jonson poetry – and posted the results.

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  5. I’m flattered actually…

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  6. I’m pleased that you understand. I wouldn’t have spent the time messing with your poem if I hadn’t liked it.
    I wonder whether the ghost of Shakespeare feels the way you do. I… um.., updated one or two of his sonnets.

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  7. I’d love to read them sometime. Sounds like a fun project…

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  8. A warning – I have mild fits of mania, during which times I think I’m the funniest person who ever lived. They were all written during times like that. If I put more than one link in a comment box, it’s likely to be sent to spam, so here’s a link to one, which had me crying with laughter when I wrote it. I’m unlikely to embarrass myself by posting anything like it again, as my mania has been dumbed down with prescribed meds.

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  9. Ah I hear you on the mania. To me it’s being filled with the spirit but good luck telling my psychiatrist that!

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  10. Psychiatrists have their feet set in terra firma, and mud in their eyes. Sometimes it’s for the best. While their drugs put a lid on the bright visions and highs, they also prevent us from devouring ourselves.

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  11. I personally gave up on meds years ago. I embrace the highs and appreciate the lows…

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  12. Those extreme emotions remind you that you’re alive – and the highs are exciting. If it wasn’t for the anxiety – which never goes away – I’d have avoided the meds. I refused them until quite recently, when events caught up with me.

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