DREAMING POET

I want to write a poem;
A poem so great and stirring;
A poem of great rhyme and rhythm;
So clever and profound!

Should it be bland blank verse, sonnet or triolet
Beautiful ballade, ballad, burlesque or cinquain?
A Petrarchan is the blue moon
Seen by my trained eyes…

I desire to pen great verses
A magnus opus showcased on high pedestal
Inscribed with pulsing adrenaline
Envied among equals

Yes, my incomprehensible mind
That engine room and store of words
Will churn out masterpieces
…in the fullness of time

Great poems I'll pen, many
Like cockroaches in a cracked house,
Until I perch on the Everest of poetry
And men shall call me Bragi

Though at the dawn of my quest,
I'll traverse uncommon hurdles
At the twilight of it all, I’ll sip Vin Rouge
In my bedroom slippers