On the pains, travails, and joys of writing poetry

Shall I wonder
if you smile or laugh
Will I cry
if you fail to understand
or find meaning
deeper than my intent
Do I care
if you stumble upon truth
discover riches I did not own
or worry over lines
whether they be art
or entertainment
No, not I
for when the poet fool
pens words to the wise
his heart already knows
'tis but expression
softly beguiling the soul
















 

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I come from a time when we delved deep
Into a band’s L.P., Cassette, or C.D.
There was a ritual to opening a package
Then listening to an album in its entirety

The radio friendly hits were like appetizers
Songs which raised interest and curiosity
But an album gave a complete perspective
Discovering a recording artists’ virtuosity

In these deep cuts you’d uncover their talent
Compositions that displayed magical ingenuity
Hard work and passion poured onto projects
Into sessions where they showed creativity

I still dive into works that are not so popular
In awe of their brilliant musical abilities
I’m not a connoisseur but come from a time
When discovering music had many possibilities