Member Poem

Let's dwell awhile on that  skill  most hanker after,
of mastering a language that especially enthrals,
the one infused with fervent magic rhythm,
pulsing music lilt,  anthem-laden samba,
think for one ecstatic  moment,
if only we could  reach that mountain peak,
of those geniuses among us,
who are fluent in some major spoken medium,
the way they seamlessly connect,
as if it were vernacular innate,
from birth or other dream infant launchpad,
but faint heart folly hovering about,
excuses, excuses, the lists expands,
that callous saboteur off leash,
wicked dog weaver of no belief,
tight schedule, high agenda, spartan leeway,
puerile spectrum vacuous nonstarter,
enunciation so gauche ,
the usual niggling self-doubt beyond remedy,
the likelihood of cruel sneers rife,
with slight  pity for the novice or greenhorn,
weighing down a prospect on some wobbly scale,
regardless of the language I select,
and isn't there an infinite  array?
scan the lexicon, consult encyclopaedias,
you know that prized eclectic jewel,
discrete sequester in a deep vault,
another intriguing subject, storage, secret keeper,
but I digress if only for a second to reflect,
to summon up, to pluck up, to muster up,
whatever florid  term seems apt,
of the ditherer loath to confront their block,
their obvious distinct lack of gumption,
but golden endpoint still exacts its lure,
maybe I should seize this opportunity,
plod with caution, plot with iron focus,
a clear decision must be arrived at,
go on, what’s the worst that could happen,
disaster the sphere of gutless loiter,
book that class, nab that phrase book,
off I go, to hell with consequence,
it can’t be such a daunting task,
even if a superficial grasp the only upshot,
squirm as I may, flinch as I might,
effort is a useful contagion I'd bet,
pool your resources, optimise progress,
even the minor faltered step has to count,
right in the middle or the muddled mix up,
of an internet class I discovered just now,
I gingerly balance a tuition manual,
on my nervous lap with screen content,
unsure most likely, hazardous, random aim,
this fearful dilemma, starstruck perhaps,
dull forlorn delay again and again,
French and German, household  patois,
chart topping pick among the upbeat,
drop down menu, drop down rate,
index on the callow heart fluttering,
stress facet gnawing at intention,
remember how I framed my first words,
in plain English baby sayings,
the early stages often seem intimidating,
in an instant, a basic module polished off,
perhaps I should refrain from lack of vision,
though my glowing torch a tantalising faraway realm