Poems are carrots in front of the nose,
meant to stir the desire to go
by horses so attune to the reins
they have forgotten how to trot
down the lane
on their own.
Poems are a kick in the rump
meant to raise to action
those sitting on the fence
prone to inaction
when what they need
is a sense of dissatisfaction.
Poems are mere words
until they are not
to those who feel their power
and find themselves caught
in new ways of seeing
and thinking
and feeling.
annarino writes 