Without the desire for originality,
I could have written you a poem
As searing and hot as a flame.
Without the desire for originality,
I could have written you a poem
As cool and soothing as an ice bath.
Without the desire for originality
I could have written you a poem
As tender and unsentimental
As a kiss with a mouth full of salt.
Without the desire for originality,
I could have written you a poem
As quiet and purple as a bruise.
Without the desire for originality,
I could have written you a poem
As clean and precise as a scalpel.
Without the desire for originality,
I could have written you a poem
As deep and dark as a well.
Without the desire for originality,
I could have written you a poem
As light as air,
As weightless as breath.
Without the desire for originality,
I could have written you a poem
Of such perfect pitch and metre,
It would sing to you.
If only you did not have that desire,
I could have written you a poem
That would be with you always.
About the Creator
John Welford
John was a retired librarian, having spent most of his career in academic and industrial libraries.
He wrote on a number of subjects and also wrote stories as a member of the "Hinckley Scribblers".
Unfortunately John died in early July.
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