A poem about the seasons
Or a pet
gets people reading,
Though only
on occasion
Is that what
the poet’s needing.
Thus, many
verses go unread,
The price of
being selfish,
Preventing
possibilities
Or writing
going shelf-ish.
A journalist
strings words on topics
Given on
assignment,
With facts
and research intertwined
For print or
e-alignment.
But poets
have a great big world
From which
to choose a topic,
Their vision
open to it all
Or sometimes
plain myopic
And if those
other subjects
May prove
somewhat less inviting,
They may not
find a readership,
Yet still
enjoy the writing.
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