On Writing a Poem

I wish I could write a poem perfectly But, alas, the process escapes me; Instead, I write what I think, see or hear And, sometimes, my real feelings appear If I could write a poem e’er so sweetly I’d share it with the world completely Perhaps, ‘tis best for someone to find it After I‘m gone – then, a surprise behind it! Oh! To be like the poets of yesteryear “Golden daffodils” in “crowds” brought cheer; Or as in, “From cocoon forth a butterfly”— Flutter among those flowers would I “The woods are dark, lovely and deep,” he wrote— Mysterious beauty in the quote; So, I’ll write with elegant simplicity Lacking the format complexity My thoughts shall flow in meters and rhyme Until comes that metaphor in time When a perfect poem I shall pen in ink— At least, that will be what someone thinks! -E. Pearl Anderson Quotes: William Wordsworth, Daffodils, 1804 Emily Dickinson, Art II Nature, VII, 1924 Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, 1921