To Know Thy Master

Master poet, come share my words.
Feel the emotion I have bled into them.
Fellow wordsmith, you will appreciate
the shades of meaning, mild inflection,
the story within this poetic tale.
Master poet, you have cast aside
what took my heart and soul to create.
What is the value in an image?
What of the delicate peals of haiku?
Can you not see the truth in my words?
Fellow poet, I read today a story
that must have been the best mediocracy,
a simple history that failed to move me.
No geometry, no bright moon, no musical tune.
No passion to be found.
I thought you were the master
And I was the apt pupil.
Now I see that we both know nothing.