Hello and welcome once again,
It's been a while for me,
I need to write a lot these days,
To remember poetry.
Reintroducing in my mind,
The work of flow and rhyme,
Is like sitting down at a piano,
After absence for a time.
The lines come without a pause at times,
But others come quite slow,
And I need a quiet, lonely place
Where others will not go.
I write about people and places and things,
But today i need to think,
I'm writing about my very first love,
which I used to eat and drink.
The way that I used to live
Was the knowing I was a poet,
I wanted the whole world to see
And for EVERYONE to know it.
But now in my mind I know,
That famous is not my call,
And still I love each poem,
My mind will still enthrall.
