Friday, May 31, 2024

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Write whatever comes the teacher said -

But would it be enough simply to pick

One of the ideas that fill my head.

Write whatever comes

I knew that had to be some sort of trick,

Some sleight of hand, which would soon have led

To doggerel or the inevitably slick

But bland lines of a birthday card - the dead

And lifeless stanzas which may seem to tick

The boxes, but which real poets dread.

Write whatever comes.


Brian Hick June 2012

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