A Poet's Desire
I want to write a poem,
I said to myself,
But then I couldn't think
Of a rhyme off of the shelf
That is my brain.
So instead I am here,
Writing about what I am
Not doing- it's rather queer.
However I've found
That I don't really care-
All the poems and sonnets
Can't express the truth, rare
That it is, it is there.
They say that a poet
Can make you feel things
Even before he's wrote it.
But I firmly belive
That first you must read,
And then you can judge
That so tiny seed.
The kernel of thought
That all masters provoke,
May grow within you,
Or your thoughts make revoke.
But in truth I don't care,
All that matters is this, then:
I don't want to say any meaningful things,
My only wish? To write a poem.
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