I don't know the first thing about poetry

and I think that is obvious in these poems. But I did like writing them.


Subject Matter

When an amateur poet
such as myself
sits down to write a poem
they, or I, would hardly choose
to write on the meaning of life,
and I would never consider
describing love,
and I couldn't contemplate
what makes the world as it is.
But I might perhaps write
about what I had for breakfast this morning,
how my toast turned
perfectly golden on each side
and my orange juice had just
the right amount of pulp in it.
I could describe to you
the way I see the clouds
and how they make me feel
as they drift across the sky.
I could tell you what it is
that makes me happy,
but I couldn't explain why,
I would never try to explain why,
I would never need to explain why.


What I Want To Be When I Grow Up

rich and famous
millionaires and billionaires and baby
he's tall dark and handsome
my own Mr. Darcy
and I'm Audrey Hepburn
an artist, astronomer, athlete
written, produced, and directed by
my name on the marquee
Betty Crocker and Bon Appetite
just like my mom
prima ballerina
around the world in 80 days
wings to fly
storybook fairytale come to life
flight to the moon
on a rocket ship high in the air
George lassoes the moon
today is going to be a holiday
every person does just what he likes
because you can't take it with you
so come what may
because we'll always have Paris


New Poetry

What do you write
when there's nothing to write about?
When you want to write
but you have no ideas,
no creative juices are flowing,
no topic you'd even want to think about
much less write on?
So why is it
I still want to write?
What motivation is there
besides a compelling topic
that carries me through
the lines of a poem,
that sends my mind exploring
through the alleys, and valleys, and veins,
through the deepest corners of a thought
with only a drop of inspiration,
until, flowing through my limbs
to the ends of my finger tips,
results in poetry?
How is it that I now write
when before I wrote only
when a thought yearned to be expounded on
and transformed into the
artistic, preserving, symbolic figures,
as the words of a poem?