Let me expound upon
The words that happened before the dawn
It was between two poets
The one who was a fretful poet
The other was a friend a brother
Who now did encourage the other.
I read my poems
And truth be told
I think them lame
And there is no excuse
For me to use
Any more time
To write one more line.
My dearest comrade
You’re not that bad
I’ve read your poetry
And it inspired me
Don’t stop writing
Because it seems no fish are biting
I don’t know why you changed your view
You once were as shiny as the morning dew
But do not fear for you can come
And once again become
Like the person, you now do shun.
But so much work and effort come
If to poetry I run
To rhyme every day
In different ways just to say
How I am feeling about the day.
I love the language for it is to me
A form of art that I can see
And form some shapes with my words
However absurd!
To paint a picture in the mind
Oh, how divine!
But alas, it is too sad
For I feel as though I am bad
And I am tired of the same words
Though many escape like the birds
And fly away to by and by….
Oh dear brother
Did you not hear your mother?
She did give her speech
That we are to be like the beach
Standing strong against the tide
No matter how our hands are tied
And now comes doubt
To crush thee and knock thee out
So stand strong and remember the joy
That you had with poetry like it were toy
Now pick up your pen
And go to your den
And write what you will
No one could ever keep you still
And so the conversation ended
But this is for those who needed mended
A word of encouragement
For those who are in discouragement.
