Poetry, oh dear...

Now, my creative writing course has got me writing some poetry. Not usually my thing, I'm not very much into touchy-feely kind of stuff (anymore) but I have to say I'm enjoying it.

This is a poem I wrote for someone I know whose writing drives me up the wall. -and no, it's not about my own writing-, though that would be strangely modest and self-deprecating at once.

And remember, I never said it was good :)

Words in satin

Your words are verbose,
Like an overstuffed teddy, with a ribbon on top
Your words come in torrents of thick technicality,
They float in the air uneasy with themselves,
Contrived, contrite, constricting

Your words say what they mean
Like a computer’s words, if it could talk.
Always accurate, always unfailingly composed
A paragon of acid, restless accuracy
They give you away

So what if you say fallacious, formidable, façade,
What if you tint every sentence with the colour
Of sweat
What if pomposity wraps what you say in arrogance,
The faint taste of conceit in every word

Words are no substitute for substance
They will not hide you have nothing to say
A bad argument, dressed in robes of grandiloquence,
Perfumed with affectation, aggrandised,
A bad argument still