A non-poet's thoughts on poetry

There is poetry to be found
In the unexpected view
Of the mountain over still water.
In unrestrained
Laughter at a shared delight
Poetry may be found.

 Do not seek poetry

From this mind and hand –
I am no poet.
I take no interest
In meter or rhyme;
Of Angelou’s talent and craft
I am bereft.

 But not deprived,

For I easily find poetry
In the lives of friends,
In the triumphs of daughters
And in forgiveness for my faults.

I need not struggle to make poetry;

It is here to be found.
I’ve only to notice
And be thankful.

 

(It's Sindy's fault I did this one.)