Why Be a Poet
Someone asks if my literary work is fiction or reality
Engaging and inspiring those to read with affection
Expressing my thoughts and feelings through poetry
Weaving my spiritual, cultural, or historical reflections
Acceptance of God’s gift to write in free verse or rhyme
To apply humor and sadness or simply common folklore
I hope that reading my poetry never wastes anyone’s time
As I attempt to integrate images, creativity, and metaphors
A cluster of thoughts and ideas akin to an array of butterflies
Fluttering in my head like a multitude of elucidative accounts
A swollen helium-filled balloon, and at its end is a string tied
Trees shed and bid farewell to leaves cascading to the ground
Poets bring to life the mind’s imagination for what it is worth
Travailing and pushing the words out; it’s how we express
Just as an expected female, in due season, brings forth a birth
A beautiful way to connect; we, poets, unashamedly confess
We are poets because we love leaving an indelible ink stain
On plain parchment that influenced us in every walk of life
Leaving an everlasting mark of our poetic pleasure or pain
Like footprints on the beach or a scar from a serrated knife
Copyright © Carolyn June-Jackson | Year Posted 2023
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