How To Think Like a Poet

A poet finds delight In the empty sky at night The stars don’t shine they glitter The birds don’t sing they twitter The sun don’t beam it radiates The rain don’t rain it contemplates The worms that wriggle When bluebells giggle And rinses out our yesterdays To make room for tomorrow The city’s a hive of activity Of multicultural intensity And humans contain astounding extremes Of venomous lies and heavenly dreams These are fractions of fiction and things still unwritten And writings a bug that has to be bitten If you can never completely describe it, you know it You know you are thinking a bit like a poet!