S
Tell me Janice, would you please
How should we strive for poetry?
J
With flowing words
And always feeling
With passion flowing
And words appealing
S
So tell me then, if I can choose
Just any old subject as my muse?
Must it rhyme? Must it flow?
Must it's rhythm tick and go?
J
Well, clocks are all that I hear ticking
Our poems being pleasure bent.
And I can’t here the meter ticking
Our poems to me, are heaven sent
S
OK Fine, you’re esoteric,
I have heard what you have said;
What I’d really like is to be PUBLISHED!
Please, sometime soon, before I'm dead.
J
One hour, one day, it will happen,
And I, my friend, will see you through
Just keep on writing from your heart
And keep your words sincere and true.
S
I like that thought “sincere and true”,
No screaming, and I don’t have to cuss,
I used to say, “I write for me”
Now I’d say, “I write for us.”
J
Yes together words will flow and flourish
Dreams of published works are near
From these rhymes I’m so encouraged
Our Poems are meant for all to hear
Sandra Osborne and Janice M Pickett
from the collection
'The Pendulum Swings'
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-muse-descends/
