Lord, save me from composing poetry
filled with abstractions, hazy metaphor;
vague concepts burn this poet’s circuitry
and reading puzzling verses is a bore.
Enrich my rhymes with purposeful intents,
with honest words, and not too literary.
Next, spare me those that read like accidents,
or failed attempts to rhyme a dictionary.
And let me use enjambments sparingly;
when lines wrap like a vine around the tree
and end stops leave the verse entirely,
such makes smooth reading somewhat hard on me.
Protect me from clichés that are too trite,
but should I use one—make it look all right.