rugged stratus
I always get told by many poets on discord
that I should get a publisher for my anthology
and some publishers hit me up several times
and then I put my hands behind my back
as I sit back in my chair and smile
and then I typed to them, “Oh, thanks, you’re too kind
but someday I will with a smiling emoji.”
I’ve only been writing poetry for 1 year
so I don’t feel ready to publish my work
I’m still learning which ropes to not grab or cut
I’m still brushing my canvas while I admire other poets
when the sun blows orange kisses to the thousands of roses
I just want to cherish those flowers and not pluck them.
I’m still changing my feathers and dreaming of new ways to chirp
when the moon blows stellar wishes to the millions of stars,
I don’t want to touch those blazing flickers
but instead have them amaze me.
I’m not in a rush to publish my thoughts
that bled from my heart I just want to have fun
while I stay creative while I breathe the spring clean air
and no, I’m not a poet just for the money
as this is my new favorite hobby
I’m here to give the world the sweetest of honey.
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