The Poet Writes

The poet writes Inspiration to remember But also to forget Euphoria and heartbreak tempered Thoughts forming in rhythm Her silent pen a river Displaying the music of her voice As an unguarded pretense withers A naked vulnerability Where weakness and strength Face the final battle Courageous subtlety at length The only rules No rules at all An organized chaos Leaving scholars appalled Grant me time To steal away For not to write Is a poets grave Trapped beneath the pulls of life This yearning for solitude demands Oh weary garden that longs to thrive Till up my soil to withstand The poet writes in ever-changing style Dependent upon the mood Bearing witness this isolation Where even loved ones intrude Slow the tempo Calm my cadence As the mystery of language unfolds It's essential diversionary fragrance ... Upon my soul