A Poet's Duty
A poet’s duty’s to herself,
To translate what she’s thinking
From random gut reactions
Into words that merit inking.
Her purpose doesn’t thus depend
On anyone’s opinion
For on the page, her choices form
The core of her dominion.
She is the queen of all she writes
And bows to no one’s censure.
Her pencil leads to paths where others
Might not choose to venture.
Some poets crave renown and hope
The whole world will be smitten,
But I have done my duty when
I like the words I’ve written.
October 13, 2020
for the contest of Beth Evans
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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