We are all pupils of poetry
Learning the expression of life
Learning always learning
At least till we draw our final breath!

Here’s an example
you see.

The words I write are awkward
Almost out of my depth.
Cumbersome, insubstantial
I truly make a mess.

I am a pupil of poetry
Just as I’m a pupil of life
An infant, only a child
Not yet able to describe the poetry of life.

It’s best to look out the window to witness
Artwork by The Master Poet!
Better still go into the garden
Look, hear, smell, absorb, the true beauty

In such places, it is easy to see that
We are all moving poetry; we’re simple, yet complex
Pupils and poets of life.