My teacher taught that poetry was hard work

to write words with ease, was a work of art,

achieved only by years of toil and sweat,

before you can say you made your mark

" Cross your T's--dot your i's

this is what you must do,

don't forget your commas as well,

it'll help the poet inside of you

Think in metaphors that will

turn the ear into an eye,

squeeze out depth in each word,

that makes a reader go " Sigh "

Speak of Love far away

or as close as a Lover's Kiss,

if you fail to write this way

your poem others will not miss "

" Who said that?-Let My muse Speak!"

be the poet you should be?

Poetry is serious all the time

its the only way to creativity! "

"Revise revise-do it over and over again

no such thing as a Muse if you must know,

poetry is an exercise for the mind.

foolish to talk about an inner soul"

Yet, as I left that poetry class

in the old high school that day,

I felt a Muse  walk beside me,

as I walked along the way

She put her soft fingers in my hair

in the school where I felt out of place,

she kissed my mouth with her sweet words

" Someday we'll meet face to face"