joie de l'écriture

Poems are from the heart, and they rhyme with your life

But if you have none, they you have got to strive

It takes some brains, to get that perfect sync of words and thoughts

But if you have none, they rhyme them with pans and pots

Sometimes rhymes are silly, sometimes they are fun

At times they are stories from the heart, at times unintended pun

If you have a reader, you can write as much as you can

Because no matter what you write, he’ll always be your ardent fan

Not everyone’s a poet, not everyone’s got a theme

But creativity lies, even when there’s none, in creating a scheme

Does it need to be stoked, this spark to a fire
Or is not such a strongly felt desire
How often have I started to write
And then given up, thinking it’s too trite
These thoughts of mine are now so commonplace
Who would read them, they are so out of grace
I wonder where I lost them, those words I now search for
I have traveled so much, that they seem so afar
Am tired of this travel, that doesn’t seem to end
Just when I thought it was over, it turned out to be a bend
It has no destination, race to nowhere, places none
But I’m afraid to be left behind and so I leap and I run
I left behind a part of me, I now wish I could retain
But I have let it go, and washed away my tears in the rain