Why do some poets write so good?
I, for one, only wish I could.
You know - be all clever and stuff,
My words? Well, they’re not clever enough.
I read their poems, shaking my head,
It’s time I did something else instead.
They just have a way, seemingly written with ease,
Whilst I stare at my notepad, only to freeze.
There’s the romantic crowd, nah that’s not me,
The clever poets who write only in ‘free’,
Those who write ballade, haiku or shape!
I write only in rhyme from which I cannot escape.
The more poems I read, the more desperate I get,
My poems? Well, let us best forget,
For I’ll not be a Wordsworth, a Kipling or Burns,
No matter the depth of my own concerns.
Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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