A poet’s life


I wake up thinking only in rhyme
Why does this happen all the time?

The poems emerge with little thought
Others efforts to rhyme hard fought

A simple talent I seem to have
A family heirloom descended perhaps

I wonder how many have this gift
I can write just looking at lake mist

The gift of writing an old-time skill
For me not lost, but here still

I work each day on creativity
Unknown worlds of poems I see

A gift of poetry I have always had
Time to use it, it isn’t bad

A gift worth sharing for all to see
Won’t you join in rhyming with me?

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One thought on “A poet’s life

  1. “A family heirloom descended perhaps” ~ Yes Stacey, your great Uncle Carroll (my grandfaher). We have a whole notebook of them at ‘camp’. He published weekly in a local newspaper.

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