An Ode to Poets

Ode to the poets

Reflecting on the poet, builds inside of me intrigue

But poetry's a concept some find hard to conceive

It's difficult for some to write with words that rhyme

writing lines of feeling deep in word and  thought sublime

I’m curious as where this type banter will finally end

Will a new pattern of thought and speech with in me begin?

And will verbiage of this type contrive change inside my soul define

Should I bring out my meerschaum pipe and perhaps a glass of wine?

Isn’t rhyming just for poets and writers blessed with gift of song

I might find myself working on it through the day and all night long

Abandoning my work and setting aside priorities

Bringing forth discord, and instilling curt disharmony

Perhaps it is best if I retract and sit this venue out

Besides of my abilities I must confess I have my doubts

Imagination may soon fade and my inner fears win out

Novels and short stories shall take it's place and win the bout

So to all the gifted poets and writers of song and rhyme

That within your endeavors, much happiness will you find

As you put ink to paper, or on pale parchment grace with pen

Your imaginations flourish, and bring you great joy within

For poetry is created often from chaos or from loss

From Love that’s gone aria, heartfelt pain a pearl's cost

From emotions expressed within now dangling from a cuff of sleeve

Left unprotected, heart wide-open to the critique’s impede

From emotions deep beneath the skin exposing wide the heart

Expressing oft the pain and betray deep feelings too impart

So to contrivers of words and lyrics written in pages of time

May you bring forth inspiration and cause reflections in our mind

That we might pause a moment and depth of feeling may we see

And perhaps realize incentive embedded in your soliloquy

And as we reflect upon it may in its revelation see a glimpse

Of the world inside the poet and visions inside their mind us lent.