On Poetry
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On Poetry
A soft Summer shower washes my face,
And the sun’s light presents a rainbow’s path
Within this preponderance of time and space
I am rejuvenated by the bath.
I had grown lazy in my endeavours,
And thought a wave of the hand was required,
To produce as if one superior;
Natural talent was all one needed.
And so my art’s creative form dwindled,
I felt I did not have to work at it;
It took on an aura of arrogance,
No-one appreciated or wanted.
One well-written poem excels many
Lauded at the altar of poetry.
Copyright © Dennis Spilchuk | Year Posted 2018
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