Write a short poem, He said…

do it right Now.

She sat frozen with Fear..

she did not know How.

He guided her Firmly..

nudged once and then Twice.

The fear is but Normal..

was His sage Advice.

He knew well of her Terror..

had lived with it Too.

Don’t run and tremble, he Said..

write an Ode..or Haiku.

You can do it, he Laughs..

open up… let it Flow.

If the soul’s not Invested..

How can one Grow?

So she takes up His Challenge..

swallows her Fright.

Straightens up in her Chair..

as her fingers take Flight.

Knowing not where it comes From..

exposing heart and Mind.

To those who don’t know or Care..

and yet, she is Resigned.

She has so much inside of Her..

from the silly to Sublime.

Some of it so deep and Dark..

it’s better that it Rhyme.

One thing’s clear and certain, Though..

Shakespeare has naught to Fear.

Her words are plain and Simple..

unsophisticated yet Sincere.

Though daunted as she clearly is..

at the risk of sounding Crass.

This one’s for You, Martin K..

you’re an adorable pain in the Ass.

The End