If It’s So Easy, You Do It
Poetry is oh so very easy they say
like raising wild purple orchids
in the desolate Mohave desert
or teaching an acrophobic pig to fly
Anyone can say they get pork in the sky
or have prize winning exotic blossoms pert
amid the drifting sand if they just so bid
until they are challenged to try it today
If you’ve no soul that’s tattered and fey
a bit ragged from life’s sadness and hurt
you must struggle to touch the muse, kid
and fail before you even begin fate’s way