Note to Self

Don’t paint the soul of poetry in unknown hues
        Or bathe it in a shaft of light
    That captures, holds and praises jaded views
        Of art; What shade is right
    Except the natural, except the plain,
        Except simplicity in straight design?
Complexity cannot sing bright refrains
    Nor can an intricate verse find
        A worthy repetition in its rhyme.

If written wisdom will not flow,
    Then put your pen aside, for it is dry
    And so is all the meaning in your thought;
If sometimes crafty words come slow,
    The problem does not in attempting lie
    But in the imperfect medium you sought.