Why Do I Write Poetry?
I had time on my hands and energy
I could run a race or climb a tree
But I felt something take hold of me
So I sat down and wrote some poetry
Do you know?
Why do I do so?
I mean, write poetry?
Well, I don’t know
But it must be so;
When words are clay
And they feel like play
When you don’t care what’s two plus two
But you know
Goo rhymes with loo
You have got some poetry in you!
When a fleeting feeling touches your soul
You gotta grab its tail, gently hold
Like raw wet Earth
Press it with your fingers, and let it mould
Into shapes, beautiful and bold.
When a pretty verse comes anew
Take it home
Let her spend the night with you,
Let her ride the wheel
And spin threads that make you think
make you feel
Things all and sundry
And that’s how you make some poetry!