A point, a reason, a purpose due.
A thought, a quest, a long pursuit.
A fear, a doubt, a question posed.
A reason for the reader to go.
Entertainment is not enough,
Nor are words puffed up with fluff.
Need to feed the man some strengths,
Some endless longing for his wrong days.
For what does this one man stew?
What is it that he so must do?
Brain is trembling, being all fears, so much time – plot’s still unclear.
Cannot quite touch it yet, need the thought but it’s still wet.
A playboy, a pessimist, a selfish man too,
Fear of love, a heart untrue.
He needs the fame but no King’s glory,
He needs a plot or his story’s boring.
Currently his chapter’s are fun,
A lot of sex, a thoughtful run.
Does his best to escape his needs,
Falls in love with Gnashing’s great weed.
A woman who is beautiful, charming yet, precisely dull.
She’s got a character much like his own – Sweet with words, a heart that’s cold.
His story ends with much betrayal, for the girl who did enable –
Him to meet the antagonist, she brought him to the bad man’s twist.
So what now, what’s all I’ve told?
From what you’ve heard, what quest is known?
I need a plot, a question to pull. I need a purpose, or Adam’s story just lulls.
– Thomas M. Watt
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Thomas M. Watt 
If Adam doesn’t haven’t anything worthwhile to tell us – for good or for bad – then there’s no story.
That’s pretty harsh Roseliene.
Perhaps, Thomas. Think about it. What makes a story memorable or moving to you?
In retrospect, entertainment and pleasure derived from reading. In the moment, a purpose to follow the character on his journey.
I don’t know that it is possible to write a story where there is no worthwhile lesson to be learned. Maybe if it was about a rolling tire with psychic powers.
I have the journey figured out, and Adam’s character is intriguing. I know exactly where he starts and where he finishes, and what caused him to change in between.
My poem is about the trouble I’ve been having trying to connect all of these parts in order to find a consistent theme. When I have that, I will center every scene and unsaid thought around it. Sometimes it’s hard to see, but it’s always there.