A postcard arrives in the mail:
Yellow and quaint.
The Wednesday Club inviting me to write.
What kind of picture, with words, can I paint?
Contest number ninety-four: how to begin and what to
say…
Something that happened: Before or after today?
The beat goes on. Let the words just flow.
Something important that we all must know.
Who am I to presume;
Composing on an Autumn afternoon?
During the week I attempt to preach
But I always learn more from those that I teach.
A poem needs to ring a bell;
It must have a message to tell;
Be crafted with care and presented well.
Will it ring true? Will it sell?
This first poem of two is now done.
Warming up. Having a little fun.
Like testing the color before I paint;
Red, blue, yellow so quaint.
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