Why Be a Poet
I’m asked if my literary work is fiction or reality
Do I compose to inspire those to read with affection
Expressing my thoughts and feelings through poetry
Weaving my spiritual, cultural, or historical reflections
Applying humor and sadness or simple common folklore
Acceptance of my gift to write in free verse or rhyme
Often integrating images, creativity, and metaphors
I hope reading my poetry never wastes anyone’s time
A cluster of thoughts akin to an array of butterflies
Flutters in my head like a mass of balanced accounts
A helium-filled balloon, and at its end is a string tied
Trees bid farewell to leaves cascading to the ground
Bring to life the mind’s imagination for what it is worth
Travailing and pushing the words out is how we express
Just as a soon-to-be mother, in due season, brings birth
A subtle way to connect, we, poets, unashamedly confess
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
We are poets because we love leaving an indelible ink stain
Copyright © Carolyn June-Jackson | Year Posted 2023
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