I Feel The Makings Of A Poem

I feel the makings of a poem

Like a whisper first

As the muse is wont to do

Not demanding of me

The act of poetry

But giving it like a gift

 

And dare say I

That so it is

And one I happily share

For it is I think

Nay know in fact

That it is my best

Of the best I can do

 

So it only seems right

That I be a chosen knight

Of this great fine art

And invite to you

To read of me

As a win for the both of us

It can only only be

 

Yes you for the joy of reading well

And me for the coin

As I sell sell sell

Because every a one of us

We need that thing that money is

And since at it I'm good

It's understood

That this is what I wish to do

 

I felt the makings of poem

So I heeded the call

And wrote what I wrote

Knowing all the while

You'd like it because

It was written well

 

 

Charles Petrie