Kimberly Pauley specialized in adolescent literature and is especially enamored of teen angst poetry, though she tries very hard not to write anything that would classify as such. She has been a YA book reviewer since 1998 and is currently working on her first novel.
I like my poetry
simple and honest --
no sonorous suckling sniveling excuses for sympathy,
no rhymes forcibly raped of meaning, nor
fashionably late punctuation, out for a late night driveby--
the kind of poetry that screams out
"na-nee-na-nee-boo-boo, I know more words than you do!"
I don't have the patience
to wade through trollops and dollops
of rhythmic self-flattery, or words so
twisted and torn they have lost
all self-respect and meaning --
save for you, the torturer, the poet.
I say leave the words alone and
let them work with you, for you.
You will never be able to trap those fleeting thoughts,
those glimpses of immortality --
no words will ever be enough,
their simple lives cannot be flayed
into the shape you see in your mind
You can only ask that they
settle long enough
to let someone see,
for just a moment,
into your life.