Poets' Plan - Poem by Reginald Francois
I should give up on writing poetry
For I realize I can never be a poet, see
I lack the luster, the flair, the shine
To put my words together and make them divine
To use the literary devices at my disposal
I ask for help, and from the device, refusal
I do not know what to do
I cry for help but who to turn to
Lost in a mental desert
Too far away, is my only expert.
My words drown of thirst in my mental sand.
This literary death, really seems like the devils’ hand.
I’ll not play the part of the crying widow
Nor wither away, so sweet, so mellow
That I am forgotten by the next verse
Nor lie in the velvet coffin of the black hearse
You see, I’ll do my best to write my rhyme
With practice and reading, I’ll get better with time
I’ll not give up my literary place
One day my literary devices will make their case
And this mental desert will be no more
But a place where words dance and soar
Until that day I’ll not give up
And I’ll drink, from a poets’ cup.
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