A poet paused in deep reflection,
Being cogent that the direction
Considered for his next undertaking,
Determined his decision making.
Expressing what others thought
Fulfilled what he too had sought.
Generally he’d take a simple theme:
Held over from a recent dream
Inspired during a restless night:
Jazzed up with a good idea, it might
Kick-start his lethargic mind!
Later, chances are he would find
Most of his dream would disappear.
Nonetheless, if it did re-appear
Out of the blue, at a later time,
Perhaps he could write a rhyme?
Quality was always of prime concern:
Readers always being eager to learn
Something of the Poet that wrote
To entertain them with a work of note.
Understandably, one strives for perfection,
Voiced in terms that give direction
Without a need for subtle preaching,
Xenophobia bias or parochial teaching!
Yes, after a task of such singular magnitude,
Zealous poets await your flattering platitude.
Rhymer. 21st October, 2013.
(Got me thinking - What next? - this cool, wet, Fall morning) and this was the end result.