I Want to Write Poetry

A poem about the poems the poet would like to write.

I want to write poetry

 

About the wind and the sky

About the beauty of roses and the wings of a butterfly

About love and laughter and life’s simple joys

When we were just children like all girls and boys

About married love that has lasted all those years

Of raising a family through countless hardships and too many tears

About arriving at old age, the final paying of earthly dues

About springtime and raindrops as life’s cycle renews

About summers and front porches and magical swings

About that feeling of contentment a warm summer evening brings

About the beauty of babies as they dream in their sleep

As, content with their mother’s milk, they offer not a peep

About the love shared with a child you don’t think you can live without

Though you know one day you will have to find a way there’s no doubt

About friendships and kindnesses, which are really God’s outstretching hands

About dreaming and scheming with that special someone, making clandestine plans

Yes, I want to write poetry in all of its forms

And as I sit here my mind already fills with ideas in swarms

But wait! . . . Would that be at all fair!?

Just to pretend the dark side isn’t there?

“Yes”, I conclude as I hold this pen in my hand

Let the dark side just lie there but caress beauty by sifting through life’s sand

By trying to seduce the Prince of Darkness to the warmth of pure light

By writing about justice and beauty with each sentence you write

Beauty is noble, sometimes brave and always sincere

So it will be the only language spoken here

 

  Yes, I want to write poetry!