Who Am I

What am I?
Am I just a poetry maker
A people pleaser
A word romancer
Arranging little compositions
little litters of alliteration
Making love with pretty phrases
Forgoing the face to faces
Seeking the heart behind facades
The mind behind the masquerade
And yet the hard truth and fact
People react to First impact
and thereafter they sense the core
And slowly the shapes alter
More and more.

Things change people change
Alterations minute
Dance the game
Action is where it is at
Words don't have a clue to that
i sit back, I take my time
Churn up pretty words
that trill and chime
You pick and choose
A fancy verse
I blossom upon your blessings
Or wilt at your curse
Who am I ?
What am I?
Live for your words of praise,
Do I?
For your approval I preen and pose,
If I'm ignored,
Do you suppose,
That I shall die
A poet no more
merely a verbose unreal bore.

Who are the people who
Play on words
Who artfully arrange
To touch heart chords
the beat makers, the pace setters
of poesy
Am I like you?
What do you see?

Please tell me
For I need to know
The strange substance
At my core
Once the words
Are out and about
Ink on paper,
Will I be done then,
And be no more?

(c) Amrita Valan 2016