Poet in the Box


*This was just written about an hour ago in response to an email I had received. Naming no names, but this individual took it upon themselves to offer me relationship/writing/life advice. Apparently I have crossed a line with my unfeminine choice of writing. (pause here for the snickers to subside….. Lori Lopez I can still hear you!)  

 Well it takes all kinds to make a world I have heard it rightly said. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. And here, for what it’s worth, is my reply.



Why do I write the way that I do?
Why do I write about what I do?
Why do I try and come across like…that?
hanging around on the corner of a genre I don’t belong in
like a squatter
women can’t write about…..that
it’s not believable
all they would really do is squeal and cry
better erase that nightmare penciling and go back to
gentle landscapes and fluffy baby animals
and kitchens
where you belong
where we like you to blend in with the other lilies of the field
what? what? what?
what makes you think I have a choice?
and what makes you think my mind is pretty?
there is a hurricane named after me for a reason
you can fold and refold me
hold the top closed and jump on it
but I still won’t fit in that box
my poetry has teeth
and some of them are fangs
deal with it








About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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9 Responses to Poet in the Box

  1. Heartafire says:

    there is a particular party (won’t mention name) who seems to have all the answers re writing…very annoying.

  2. chimerapoet says:

    Reblogged this on Chimera Poetry and commented:

    One year ago…..

  3. georgeforfun says:

    Just wonderful and sometimes has to be repeated abundantly. All of us are unique, not lemmings. Continue to write YOUR WAY, after all WP is the Burger King of social media. If the “experts” don’t like it, I hope they like lumps in their mashed potatoes)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

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