Prose Often Bumbles

Prose Often Bumbles And Stumbles Along

Prose often bumbles and stumbles along,

Whilst poetry’s music thermals on air.

One learns to fly and soon the wings are strong

And then one sails along without a care.

A poet’s writing may be quite abstruse

And you can ask why he created,

It may be criticism of abuse,

Expressed as a catharsis that’s abated.

The poet trusts the instincts of his soul

And learns from what he writes and then he shares

With past and present futures as his goal

And then reveals the truth, as essence bares.

The poet marvels at what he has done;

He lives up with the stars, when he has won.

© Joe Lake (First published Joe Lake's Songs Of Poetry)