Poem 600

This poem is number 600

Of poems I have "published" on the Web.

My steady enthusiasm for writing

Poetry hasn't started to ebb.

 

That's six hundred since the spring

Of the year twenty fourteen. Okay,

I know I sound like a chatterbox,

But I thought I had a lot to say.

 

The process is electrifying:

It happens after I immerse

Myself in an ocean of thoughts and feelings

And out pop my comments in verse.

 

There's always something to write about--

Something to question, discuss or explore.

Some might say, "Enough! Enough!"

While others say, "Give me more!"

 

I've always admired a great poet

With a facile tongue and a flowing pen.

I'll never be a Shakespeare or Milton,

A Wordsworth, Keats, or Shelley, but then

 

That's not important. I'll still write poems.

If one of them strikes a chord that will be

Nice; but if a poem falls flat,

All I can say is, "C'est la vie!"

 

If there is a lull in my writing,

Do not fret, for goodness' sake.

I probably haven't kicked the bucket;

I'm probably just taking a break.

 

(9-5-17) By Bob B