Why I became a poet
When the sable ink flirted with the quill
How my muse blushed and blotted with a thrill
Upon parchment that submitted at will
To the words that began to overspill
At school I discovered 'tram' rhymed with 'scram'
And confusing homophones 'damn' and 'dam'
When my rhymes shuffled along the meter track
A villanelle came on board for a snack
Welcoming those, not having metaphor
Free verse and sonnets came calmly ashore
On carpets of prose from the Haiku store
As the dipped quill quivered for an encore
Across each line the rivers of ink swam
'I became a poet, because I am'
Copyright © W J Clarke | Year Posted 2024
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