Venturing Out

Writing poetry is like marching to a marvelously lyrical band. With guidance of the muse, he surprises with comings through the pen in your hand. With all this juggling and jangling, hopefully comes streams of wonderous thought, not unlike visiting the candy store and savoring a favorite just bought. Proud of the sustenance your musings worked so hard to provide, hoping the reader won’t think you’ve really not tried. Finished nourishing a myriad of reveries, first one then another. Parading now over, quickly run home to the eternal safety of your mother.