S Uch U Nderstanding E Verytime
SHE NEEDS TO HEAR THIS FROM SOMEONE WITH MORE
EXPERTISE THEN I
The other day a poet more competent than I posed a question to me
She asked “from whence comes your inspiration, but any answer must be true’
My inspiration comes in the middle of the night when asleep I should be
“Lady, all to oft my inspiration involves a woman like you”
One must keep in mind that we’re never seen each other’s eyes
Or toasted to the bride and groom at a wedding fit for a king
I am the last one to ask why it sounds as if she thinks me wise
Hence I told you foresworn that there is a poem in everything
The sodden, sorrowful, salacious, or dreams coming true for the heart of your soul
And everything you hope for, poetry is even in that prayer
So you stare at patient paper and tell it how you feel on the whole
Because my dear, talent such as yours is purity and rare
Take from the sky what it yearns for you to write about
Then look at the children, the birds and those old oak trees
If you stay silent you’ll hear poetry in the silence ofdoubt
And squeeze every drop of inspiration from an Autumnal breeze
© 1911.….Pheepoetree
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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