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A Poet I’m Not

Thursday, December 14, 2006


I was looking through some old files on my computer and discovered this poem I wrote as an assignment for a literature (believe it or not) class back in 1999.


Many a person has written a verse,
For love, for glory, or to fill a purse.
Some are inspired by Great Things above,
Some pour their hearts out with words of love.
Others may express a great thought or two,
(although not in these lines I have written for you).

Some rhymes slip easily from the tongue,
Some rhymes are meant to be sung.
The words which I write,
On this page tonight,
May soon into the trash be flung.

Writing poetry does ill suit me;
I write these lines because it’s a duty.
Novels, series, and sagas best flow,
So get out of the way and let me go.
I can write my characters in joy or in grief,
But be forewarned, I won’t be brief.
The smallest detail, the grandest scene,
I must explain what all of them mean.
From dialog to action I must my thoughts write,
And can, on occasion, be quite erudite.

My characters come from friends new and old,
So, some things I write can never be sold.
If they were to read the words which I pen,
There are some, I am sure, I’d not hear from again.
Others, however, may never recognize
His face, her voice, his warm chocolate eyes.
Their spirits are with me like hovering birds,
To guide my mind to choose the right words.

It’s closing for me where the problem does lie,
So I ramble and maunder, then heave a big sigh,
And write no more lines for this place and time,
For it’s hard finding so many words that rhyme.

3 Comments
  1. GeorgianaD permalink
    Friday, December 15, 2006 11:09 am

    Hey, not bad for a self-proclaimed non-poet! I’m not a poet either. You know what’s strange though? I like reading the words to songs, as if that’s not poetry. Well, some probably is more than others.

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  2. Kaye Dacus permalink
    Friday, December 15, 2006 11:54 am

    Much of what I do in my job is proofreading and editing children’s book manuscripts, which are written as simple couplet poetry, or poems for our seasonal/holiday gift books. As an English major, studying poetry was my least favorite–especially once we got to the modern poets whose works I didn’t understand AT ALL. I’d have to say that of all the poets I was forced to study all those years, Walt Whitman and Robert Frost are my favorites.

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  3. Erica Vetsch permalink
    Friday, December 15, 2006 3:28 pm

    I love it! This was a terrific poem! All my poetry sounds like Dr. Seuss, and while he made a living at it, I doubt anyone would be impressed with my nonsense.

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