There is a seam of gold
That I’m learning to mine
It will need some work
As I’ve not thought this way
But I’ve come to know
That approval is found in poems
That attention is a dying art
It’s craftsman are a fading breed
And so a short and pithy poem
Is all most thinking people need
I write my thoughts
In letter form
And publish with a flourish
But all my thinking
Falls on rocky ground
Seldom winning a souls attention
Despite the importance of what I say
You see I linger long
Weaving sentences with intricacy
Thoughts with concentration required
Questions to ponder on
Engagement is a given
So maybe I ask too much
My fellows I over estimate
Adrift from the zeitgeist of the age
I find myself
Stuck in times gone by
However now I know
The light has come
If popularity is what I crave
Acclaim from my readers mouth
Then I’ll find it hidden
In a poem
For poetry is what they read
And short lines match attention span
With thoughts delivered
Like a punch
No need to muse
Or linger long
On explorations of the mind
Just spit it out
Be almost rude
So many will then appreciate
They’ll offer me acclaim
Which of course I’ll accept
Vain creature that I am
Yes a poet I must be
If many will take time
To read what I have to say