Archetype

As I held my pen,
I molded in my mind
the thoughts I desire;
vexedly disgorge-
from my thoughts,
the words I wanted to write.

Yet, some words I used,
were so abstruse.
My grammar was decrepit;
I humbly admit it to you
I used some filler words
to make it flow.

Another part was very hard,
to put the correct punctuation marks.
But, thanks to Ms. Xanthe
for the humble advice;and
sharing her brilliant prowess guide.
She imbibed the lucidity
to my denatured writing way;
her poetic words inspired me.
So, I wrote this poem heartily.

Ms. Xanthe is like Sappho,and
Mr. Max is like Pythagoras,
Well, both of them
are my closest friend,
who taught me more about poetry.
Now, as you see?
My words written
sweeter than malmsey.
So, before my words
turn cloudy, let
me end this archetype story...

Archetype is the primary pattern or form according to which something is made.

Any way this poem is dedicated to the two persons I really appreciate in this site...no other than but Ms. Xanthe and Mr. Mohammed(Max).