In Praise of a New Poem's Title

I dream of new titles like dogs crave a bone, And I start salivating as if it’s last meal, My creative exuberance racing my pen (Though each vision escaping suggests that I sin!) I feel muse overflowing; my passion is real, And my heart knows I’m sharing, though I write alone! It’s hard to explain just how gifted I feel When I get to enshrine any part of day’s song, If my pain or God’s rain, still release is the same, For the light of faith sees both as part of life’s game. And a feeling you share, (ask a poet)’s not wrong, For the heart (others value) is one you reveal! In life there aren’t lemons, life’s gift is “what’s next,” At a loss for right words, friend, give heart to your voice, If you do you will find that it’s hard to get stuck. You might even discover that life is not luck! For each baby step proffered can present a choice, There's no place you will find your life bound by context. Brian Johnston Jun 8, 2018