Robert Thomas

An epic, maybe now, about my life, 
Some grandish survey stuffed with mighty deeds,
Or more fitting, an unvarnished verse review
Of minor things and wasted years that leads
Me to realize what I should not next do.

Then how about another nature scene?
I seem to be quite good at those you know,
Rich fancy words, evocative and round,
It’s almost  easy for me, even so,
My readers might want something more profound.

I propose a philosophic piece!
I’ll rouse some hitherto elusive muse,
Discoursing things with universal weight,
Like love or loss, life’s meaning, or I’ll choose
To rouse that muse at some much later date.

A little humour? I’ll mock someone or thing,
Make light of life’s events, the things we do,
Find an episode that was at least absurd,
Say, from whence more funny things ensue,
But I doubt a poet’s fame is thus assured.

A sad and dread reflection, then, perhaps,
That will move the meanest soul to shed a tear,
The poet must these darker themes expose,
Despite his hesitation, without fear,
But alas, I’ve done my share of those.

So what is next? What should I do now?
Maybe have a break and rest my quill,
But I can’t rest on my laurels, for I’ve none,
And despite this impasse, soon I surely will
Just poeticize on something not yet done

Witcraft, Dec. 20/24