the poet’s nest
fledgling words
awaiting flight
Fledglings
downy puffballs
of yellow-white feathers
sporting beaks of orange-yellow
discover the joy of liquid raindrops
cascading down from trees to leaves
mastering their art fast
precious offspring
fledglings
Everyone thinks they can write a poem
Like almost everyone has a story to tell,
And many think writing is a way to fame
To them, I say with sarcasm, “Oh, well!”
Talented writers are like match to flame
Words and phrases flow like a stream,
And even after, require thorough editing
Separating the gasp from the scream.
Far be it from me to go about discrediting
Sincere efforts of novices and fledglings,
But reading new “poems” can be daunting
With aspiring poets trying out their wings.
My advice is practice, practice, practice
Then show your work to family and a friend
If you are met with smiles and approval,
Pay attention to what they’ll recommend.
Poetry Soup is an excellent place to begin
For “soupers” are friendly and helpful,
They will be gentle and kind, I have found,
Helping you get your feet on the ground.
Written August 18, 2022
In the hollow of a tree by the river,
There are fledglings whose voices quiver
Like the melody of morning, unworried
That the moon by the sun is hurried.
Like these chicks, I’m content to unravel,
Undisturbed on my earthly travel,
The undying and ravishing wonder
Of this world, which no storm can sunder.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
So now I sit and watch the years go past
I wonder how my children grew so fast
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