God Is the Ultimate Poet

Your poetic license has created all of us.

Chafing at the edges of our pages, many of us long for yet one more verse.

Others pray for erasure.

Still others envy those epics among us, trying to cut them into bite-size pieces every chance they get.

Risking your wrath, there are some who tear themselves out of your narrative.

And others try to write themselves in your image—most are unpersuasive.

Many of us are getting frustrated with hackneyed poems all around us.

We can predict their every line.

God, are you getting lazy, or are you just getting tired of entering contests?

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Constance Woodring is a 73-year-old retired psychotherapist/educator/social activist who is getting back to her true love of writing after 45 years in her real job. She has had 14 poems published in American and British presses, one of which was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize. Two excerpts from her yet-to-be-published non-fiction book, What Power? Which People? Reflections on Power Abuse and Empowerment and two chapters from her yet-to-be-published novel, Visiting Hours, have been published.