Vividly Versed

There’s something in your poem,

Yet, naked to my eye.

I read it, over and over,

To find your point, I’ll try.


Your words are so descriptive,

Commanding vocabulary.

Me, I flip through the pages,

Of my open dictionary.


I wish I had paid attention,

In my literature class.

To great writers like you, here,

In my school days long past.


I know it’s not too late.

I will put in the time.

Attempt to hold a candle,

To the words, such as your rhyme.


Try not to get discouraged,

If I never master the knack.

Like your talent to express,

A message for me to grasp.