The Art of Poetry

You are absolutely right my friend, when there is order, there is no pen.

When there is a chaotic state, you can write, you can create.

When there is calm, there is no need for outlet, there is no qualm.

When you have turmoil, you have material, you can toil.

When life is serene, life is pleasant, your life is a dream.

Then disarray strikes, you want to vent, you need to gripe.

This is the time to grab your pen, no more block, you can indite, Amen.