The Beast Called Poetry
Within the mind there resides a light
Resolute and content, savage delight
Nursing a monotonous tune
Coursing, collecting, a mental monsoon
The light takes form, a bold white beast
Brightly evolving, on ideas it will feast
As age consumes this creature, scratches are heard
That of a pencil producing word after word
Words of rhythm, a device of wisdom
A home of paper, the creature's kingdom
The life of poetry- name of the creature
Possessing its strength to become the teacher
Which resides in our mind
As creations of pure originality
Without which we'd be blind
Copyright © Billy Mcpherson Jr. | Year Posted 2010
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