I AM NO POETRY

I am no poetry,

For I am clear, too clear,

Unlike words read in between lines,

Securely discreet,

Moist whispers,

Couched between  black words,

That are shadows of the known world,

While the rest of the world,

Lurks between shadows.

I am no poetry.

BUT

I am no poetry,

For this time, I am,

But too vague, too strange,

A cluster of words,

Spat out cathartically,

By my maker,

In her climax of teomented emotions.

If she was abandoned by a lover,

She does not inform,

Yet she made me,

I am no poetry.