Still they keep coming like never before
100’s of comments but they still want more
some write of love some of greed
some have more comments than I wish to read
I’m off to the woods for a springtime walk
To that old oak tree I’m going to talk
Listen to the wind creaking the boughs
While the blackbird joins in with a thousand vows
You can’t ask nature for a comment or word
Unless you’ve a parrot that talks like a bird.
If you are a young poet the best advice I ever heard is
“writing poetry will teach you poetry”.
and of course read, read, read.
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Wojja Fink
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-read-my-poetry-again/
