When First I Do Wish
When first I do wish something to compose,
Confounded I am by the same question.
Of this question, many a good writer know;
For what purpose is my privy expression?
It could be a poem of sorrow or of pain,
About the woes we live each and every day.
Or perhaps a poem about love’s tender flame,
And adulation that is now cliché.
My intent is to share my truest emotion,
But how to do this, truly I know not.
Accomplishing this takes the truest devotion
To avoid being by cliché writing caught.
Perhaps, for me, the solution that is best;
To just write, and let the poem do the rest.