An Ars Poetica

I was an early talker,

language just came easily to me.

I was always the best reader in my class

and I scored a four on the English AP.

I consume words with a thirst that knows no bounds;

It’s only natural that I would try my hand at verse,

I am enamored by the meter and the rhyming sounds;

It reminds me of sculpting, but with words.

Start with a block of pristine marble phrase

And chisel in notions and ideas

Polish your poem with each ensuing phase

Until you finally reveal something for the years.

You are free to craft as you deem fit,

Poetry presents in many flavors,

Why do I pursue what is writ?

Because the writ is something I savor.