When considering poetry, I don’t do flowery language,
I can’t listen to delivery by voice of doom or anguish,
Pretentiousness will always irritate
And supercilious pointless academe frustrate.
Build me a poem which may or may not rhyme
Using real life words about a real life like mine.
Build me a poem that will take me way beyond
My immediate boundaries, so my mind can abscond
From its usual duties and think instead of how the words
Convey their meaning; and when I’ve heard
And absorbed the hidden message
I’ll be in better shape to resume life’s tillage.
Written around 2010 ish unchanged in 2019 
Jo Hansen 