Poet Unblocked
There came a day when I was SO
A Poet
That I felt in incumbent on me
To Be Word Perfect.
This led to .. Problems.
Honest but ordinary joys like
Smelling the flowers
Listening out for church bells
Holding the babies -
Those kind of things, were,
Well, just too mundane.
For A Poet Like Me!
I felt sure, given a moment
I could outdo Tennyson and give
Betjeman a run for his money
Wax lyrical on grand occasions
Make a mark in literary circles and even - You know -
Be Published.
Bugger it.
I LIKE what I
Used to write before I was
A Poet.
It wasn't capital letter great, but it was me.
Flighty, Flirty a Little Bit Dirty ...
Full of Spring and things that
Sprung to mind. Like say
God and stuff.
So, now my fingers are flying across the keyboard again
The church bells are ringing in my head, The babies are asleep in my memory and the flowers are once more stimulating my olfactory nerve. We're off!
:)
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