Good Poets

I’ve lost the thread, I don’t know why, however much I sit and try I still think lots of poetry’s crap, (it’s not like me to think like that). I struggle on from verse to verse, as sometimes every line gets worse, for long, long hours though God knows why, just reading all that meets my eye. But hidden deep beneath the grot sometimes a piece will hit the spot, a gem of creativity absorbing every part of me. It’s then I know why I still look, for poetry becomes my hook and like a fish beneath the sea hook, line and sinker, it’s caught me. I’ll journey on this poet’s rhyme absorbed by each and every line, enraptured by the poet’s verse this is the nature of my curse. Good Poets of the world unite and feed my hunger when you write such words delivered with such might, it’s worth my dredging through the trite! Ivor G Davies