The Tethering Arts Poem by Julia Luber

I am not sure just how contrived I am supposed to be when I write poetry.
The first line I hear within my psyche and my soul is so outrageously over the top
as if competing with rock n' roll. Now that compare I simply know is not true.
Because of a poem I like, it's not like I am going to ask to dance with you.
And so rock n roll trumps poetry all of the time. When it comes to presence and action
and place and movement and feeling, poetry is defeated by even a silent mime.
Poetry is the weakest of the tethering arts. It does not draw your actions, accommodates
not your stops and your starts. I might as well be stars dancing on your eyes.
So far away, and not near so brilliant and being so much more like spies
than the obvious commotion of rock n roll-something to make your spirt
AND your body sway and flow. Like spies poems are reserved, on conserve with
action and involving display; not clearly making your pain go away:
like rock n roll knows how to cool and astute, and something to help you in feeling
more than just "he's cute." But doing something about it in some wild funky way.
Setting you up for a jig, a walt, a groovy shaking experience day after day.