Plastic Flute Poems

I could have stopped in Varanasi
Much would have changed.
I awake and sigh -
Keen and cold the north wind blows.

A maker of songs is a poet,
He hardly knew it was that bad.

The best thinker has a heart of his own.
He chooses his themes
Or they come to him.

Of the best of British composers the people hardly know they exist
The next best they love and praise.

A deep-going patron of literature and fun said,
"Short is the time we are here!
Poetry we like, keeps us still open.
What the world needs now
Probably stems from utter pondering."

By the harmony of sweet lines traditions are handed down,
And wisdom and inspiration.

Ancient Chinese poets interpreted themselves.
We can do the same if we like.

Medium minds and great minds too
Could have some cues
Out of great lack in delicate culture.

Some poets sit for hours before they hatch anything.
And surfaces crack open, harps come,
And unseen, felt winds inside.