The Challenge

I write a poem and post it

Hoping someone else will read it,

Although, as far as feedback goes,

I do not really need it.

 

Ideas are flitting ‘round my brain

And, if I can, I catch ‘em,

Committing them to paper, where,

With any luck, I’ll match ‘em.

 

The challenge keeps me on my toes,

Requiring no persuasion

And mostly, I am proud to say,

I rise to the occasion.

 

While others paint or swim or cook

Or knit to keep them grounded,

Each day I set to rhyme the thoughts

By which I am surrounded.