Wish  I  Were  A  Poet

 

Wish I could see what others see, 

…and hear what others hear,

…....their ‘thinkings' transcendental.

….…..For while they eulogize with glee, 

….……..it seems that I have nought to cheer,

….……….not even elemental.

 

 

If you were close, just over here, 

…instead of being far away,

…....I'd whisper, wouldn't need to shout.

….……And I'd beseech "Please make it clear,

….………what is it you are trying to say -

….…………what is it all about?"

 

 

I closely look at all the words, 

…and prise asunder line from line,

…...to see what's written in between.

….…..Is there something that's inferred, 

….……..or clarity that's only thine, 

….………..or aptness veiled that I can glean?

 

 

There must be others just like me, 

...who do not always comprehend, 

…...yet try to find a meaning.

….…..And sometimes 'lost' they feel at sea, 

….……..but stumble blindly to the end, 

….………..In hope of portents gleaning.

 

 

So let me come in from the cold, 

…to learn the secrets you might bestow.  

…...and be at one with those who know it.

….…..Be generous with your gifts untold,

….……..So those like me might one day know.     

….………..The joy when ‘we’ are called a poet.