Post by Chukles38 on Mar 19, 2006 1:34:05 GMT -5
Why do I write poems, when I could be a novelist?
Or a short story writer, or a nationwide journalist?
For certainly these things are grand and fair,
But I find that they seem to lack a certain type of flair.
For poetry can touch the soul, can move the heart and mind.
It flows from out the mouth and leaves nothing else behind.
It stirs imagination, and requires a great vocabulary.
It can be put to diverse music, or read solitary.
So once again, why do I write poetry despite cold or hot?
I answer with this one, simple question. “Why not?”
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Or a short story writer, or a nationwide journalist?
For certainly these things are grand and fair,
But I find that they seem to lack a certain type of flair.
For poetry can touch the soul, can move the heart and mind.
It flows from out the mouth and leaves nothing else behind.
It stirs imagination, and requires a great vocabulary.
It can be put to diverse music, or read solitary.
So once again, why do I write poetry despite cold or hot?
I answer with this one, simple question. “Why not?”
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