Please tell me, friend, whom I hold dear:
How do I get a poet's ear?
How do I write a verse that sings,
a joyful serenade that brings
a happy tear, a sudden smile,
a wish to linger for a while...
And cause a reader to digress,
forget about their daily stress,
reread and revel in my words
as they fly off, a flock of birds,
to thrill, astonish, and delight,
the sun behind them, shining bright?
He looks at me, my erstwhile friend
and says: Whatever you intend,
there is one thing I'll have you know:
You can't have mine. I'm no Van Gogh.
Author notes: image generated by author prompt to Gemini
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