11 June 2024
Created in the poets mind,
a mel-o-dy inspired he,
what was about that stirred him most?,
a way to think, deliciously,
that took away the usual aim,
creating prose or verse recite,
it really chose to bother him,
what put he down, did surely write.
I do not like all music, no
with some it seems to come from hell,
to cause the brain to vegetate,
and from a lofty height it fell,
but some, dear God, angelic be,
I presuppose a wondrous sign,
so musical and voices praise,
and with my brain it does align.
In colours too, what can be done?,
a painting that shall lead the way,
so etched upon your mem-o-ry ,
The water, flowers, they say Monet,
you look and gaze, so much aroused,
you learn to say most truthfully,
this simpleton, a man called gav,
a wondrous sight is shown to he.
I long to learn to think like this,
I do not mind, so differently,
and draw from all that one may see,
but try to cope, how shall that be?,
and place my books, of poetry,
a thrill indeed, so marvellously,
and future means to dwell indeed,
Of writings pure, may this succeed.
Copyright ©️ Gav Smith
Founder of SOUPEE'S
Victoria AUSTRALIA
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I came across a FACEBOOK Page called THE SOUPEES.