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A POET'S LAMENT

A POET'S LAMENT
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Under the night's blank canvas, 
     I sit, a lone figure,
          my ink-stained fingers poised. 

I carry the burden of unsaid poetry, 
     ideas that were never expressed,
          and metaphors that disappeared like echoes.

I linger upon the rhymes that unraveled
     like threads pulled from an old sweater,
          frayed and forgotten, lost in the seams of time.

I am lost in the fabric of language
     unable to stitch together 
          an ensemble of cohesive words.

In dawn’s quiet hours, I wait for inspiration,
     for the first light to break, to spill over
          into the edges of my thoughts. 

I sit, a solitary figure
     my weary mind suspended
          beneath the empty canvas of daylight.

Copyright © Sara Etgen-Baker | Year Posted 2025

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Bill Baker Date: 7/25/2025 10:27:00 PM Being a poet and/or writer can be very grueling at time, my Sara. Your poem takes us deep into the need to find the right words to express the deep feeling and beliefs we have. Sometimes it is exhausting and at other times the words flow little a babbling brook. We absorb both for the right to be true to our own voice. We're blessed to have you among us here at poetry soup, Sara. Thank you for the tremendous effort you put into expressing your beautiful thoughts to us through your poetry. Login to Reply