She sat in the kitchen
Trying to think what to write.
The notebook looked at her blankly
Mocking her plight.

In a world of many features
Surely her brain could create
Something out of the wonders
Something absolutely great!

Then her soul admitted
No poem can compete
With the splendours of the universe
Yet why admit defeat?

Then this poem happened
Despite its dubious plan,
But surely poems are written
Because the poet can.


One thought on “BECAUSE WE CAN

  1. A very amusing self reflection, Margaret. I’ve never thought about it that way, I don’t think poems compete with trees, as the famous line suggests, or stars or kookaburras. Room for all.


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