Writing the Poem.
Putting it down on paper.
Like standing naked
with your thoughts exposed.

Composing the Poem.
The calming help
of getting your mind
to talk to itself.

Struggling with Rhymin’
Develops your Thymin’
and depends very much
on the humour that I’m in.

Wanting to publish
is a burning desire
Even for only
An audience of One

And One is well pleased
To see One in print
with a work that
One hopes is well done

Standing naked.
Talking to yourself.
You could do vorse.

Martin Swords April 1999

Martin Swords

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