Poetry & Prose:: If I Was a Poet

If I was a poet,

I would write about the ocean

The feeling of sand between my toes

The smell of the salty air

Being knocked over by cruel waves

As I walk in the surf

The shrill cry of gulls

As they make their rounds

The bikini clad girls who make me blush

And the way the wind whips my hair

To and fro, to and fro

That is what I would write about the ocean,

If only I was a poet

If I was a poet,

I’d write about a summer’s day

The cool splash of jumping into a pool

The sweat dripping down my face

Wetting my shirt

Sitting in a tree’s protective shade

Watching the ants gather, gather, gather

Smelling the earth after it rains

Jumping in puddles, wading in the swelling stream

Searching for the rainbow’s end

Catching fireflies, scratching mosquito bites, nursing bee stings

Long chats with friends by the fire pit sipping iced tea

That I what I’d write about a summer’s day

If only I was a poet

If I was a poet,

I would write nobly of romance

Of love’s first kiss

Longing, needing, receiving a man’s affection

The way he smells, looks, feels, and breaths

I would praise his most worthy qualities

Perhaps I’d write of love unrequited

A sad spinster’s tale of heartache

Of a love lost to the sea or the ground

Or another woman

A sad and lonely affection still beautiful

True love drives the poet’s pen

If only I was a poet, I would write of these things and more

But, alas, I’m only a simple writer

Who writes about life’s poetry with no lyric or rhyme

Had I been a poet, I’d think of a better final line