Business Planning for Poets

 

If you wander not lonely but content 

in vacant thought and pensive mood

a faded rose is a Summer spent.

Drift in Mercia’s Kank or Sutton woods

Hear vales seep their ancient tales

Bluebell choirs ring for Winter’s broods

A sprightly breeze will light a fire-dust sky

Meander down Anker, Tame or Trent

A rippled trout will play you one last fly.

If you are a word entrepreneur

Oak and earth drip rust and gold

Vertical thoughts form echo chambers

Troubadours roaming in metaphordown Anker, Tame or Tren, Drift in 

Wrap blue-sky words in mist

Spring enlightenment from bottom lines

Poems shared are rare commodities

Trade in an economy of words

Cut the chaff for sentiment's core.

Become a poetry fan-tasist 

a crouching bear in cultural commerce 

find peak performance of written verse.