Ph: Poetry Writing: Building Poetic Muscle Poem by Brian Johnston

Each new poem has flesh, a stout frame, and a soul,
As you're giving them birth, who can visualize whole?
But the flesh that you hang on its skeleton shows,
Hidden curves the creator can't hide under clothes,
And the tendons keep time when attached to their bone,
That can bring forth new rhythms to dance on their own!

Now I feel less attached to my saying things right,
And I draw more enjoyment from verses in flight
As they reach new horizons, you don't have a clue
About where they are going or what they might do!
If you're curious join me, the flight won't be long,
May the thrill of new harmonies equal the song!

Try to stay with the write, don't sweat goals or the time,
But a long-winded poem can hobble a rhyme,
Try to lean toward emotion and don't be afraid,
For the things you're quite sure of could mean you got played!
Hearts don't need light to see, use a different spark,
And a poem you float might be somebody's ark!

When one trains in a gym, we seek wisdom, not whim,
So, don't make Muse your God, or take paths that YOU think odd,
Muse's best when it serves, slow to stun us with curves.
Share with Muse, all its rights; you may lose, still, win fights.
May ALL poetry Grace those who feel out of place!
Now's the end of my rhyme, may it serve you with time!


Brian Johnston
11th of June 2018