My Goal
Miscellaneous, multifarious
These were my musings, mixed and various
Poems that were happy, poems so sad,
Left me heartbroken or cheerily glad.
Poems about people and nature and such
Sometimes I wonder if it’s all been too much
Questions arise as I struggle to find
The perfect balance of poetic kind
Are the lines a bit short? or are they too long?
Is the meaning too deep? or simply a song?
Is it telling the truth, or telling a lie?
Or wild imagination out on the fly?
Rubbish or nonsense, it’s all much the same
I won’t even try to give it a name
Once I would write, I would write every day
Then something happened, and it all went away
And try as I might, it is hard to regain
To coax fine words from an unwilling brain
Other poets I read, whose wise poems shine.
What on God’s good green earth happened to mine?
It’s been a long time, some ten years or more.
Perhaps a bit less, I’m not keeping score
But I’ll keep on trying in this the new year.
And hope that my muse will seek me out here
So this is my goal. I would like you to know.
Is it attainable? I surely hope so.
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2024
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