A writer
I admired
once
tweeted

“Doing this
does not
make you
a poet”

I paraphrase
(of course)

but

that post
cut
deep
to my core
joy
in word
play

shredding
the pleasure
that placements
of words
on a page
present

surely
she doesn’t
see the
secrets
hidden
in the continuation
the clusters
the combinations
the isolations
and gaps

concealing
context
and connotation
that patterns
reveal
on a page

how
dare she
judge
the way
I
write?

Meh!

It’s all
subjective
any
way