Budding Poets Of This Nation. Poem by Kevin East

I called up serendipity.
But she didn't answer her phone.
So I had to make do
With my usual stroll
For inspiration
Of my own.
I bumped into fate.
He was running late.
Said 'Don't you know'
'I'm flying off on vacation'
Such woe
For budding poets
Of this nation.

Then I saw moon blue.
Surely he'd shine down
Some rhyming hue.
I told him
His crescent was pleasant.
He said
'Look up when I'm on full display'
I'll beam you a muse
That will blow them away.
I am the stars closest relation.
Such woe
For budding poets
Of this nation.

So on this beautiful noon,
I would look to the sun
For that unwritten tune.
But he went in,
Obscured by a cloud.
That laughed out loud,
Then wept.
As lightning cracked
The whip he kept,
To spoil a show.
Such woe
Always follows deep elation.
For all budding poets
Of this nation.