Adventures in Poetry

I have been granted a challenge,
in honor of Poetry Month,
to try and compose,
something different than rambling prose.

I don’t claim to be a poet,
but occasionally I like to try.
Sometimes the words will flow,
and the ideas will grow,
and I find myself enmeshed,
in the medium that works best,
to convey the scattered thoughts,
passing images.
Music without notes,
with space for dreams to fill.

As a child I thought,
all poems ought,
to do their best,
to reach and wrest,
to speak of dreams,
and flowery things.

I stretched my brain,
feeling half insane,
to find the words,
sometimes absurd,
to make the rhyme,
every time.

As time went on,
(the rhyming not quite gone),
I spread my wings,
and tried new things.
Exploring the ways,
I could alter a phrase,
in ways to convey,
what I was trying to say.

It is still a challenge,
to write this way.
But I have had to learn,
that some story yearn,
to be heard and seen,
in a way reflective,
of their true being.

Some stories must be told,
with lots of prose.
Conversations,
and many scenes.

But just the same,
some long to be portrayed,
with deceptively simple,
poetical phrase.

Seagulls on the Coast