What I Want

That’s not what I want,

Words that tripped through my head, so poetic and lovely, faded to stiff, stilted black curls when written on the page. That’s not what I want. 

I want the insight of Maya Angelou, the dry humour of Billy Collins, the soul depths of Mary Oliver. I am but a fledgling poet of sorts. A hit and miss poet who dares 

claim the title ‘poet’. But we all 

learn our craft from a beginning 

of shaping words, learning the 

vocabulary of the soul, the heart 

or fine wit. So one day my own 

voice of poetry should mature.

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.”

~ Helen Keller