Two Hearts

Silence is the soil that germinates your seeds
Solitude provides nutrition, Reading kills the weeds
Imagination sets the climate, Contemplation the mood
Nature provides the environment, Conversation the food

All put together, these things should suffice
To create a poem, simple and nice
A rhythmic, melodic strain
And also
A release from pain


Next comes form, eternally maligned
By those incompetent, ignorant or unrefined
But bow not to vain diktats, wallow not in complicity
Caress your words into art and see the wonder of poesy

And lo! From that initial, insignificant seed
You now have everything you need
To create a work of art
And
Two hearts