Am I a Poet?
My doubts are grave can I write verse?
That will withstand test of endless time
Hesitant my thoughts scan universe
Will pen craft free verse or maybe rhyme?
Often departed poets cross my mind
Poe with his Raven and Donne with his flea
In Literature cannon, they are enshrined
Myself I feel they were written for me.
To those giddy heights, I do not aspire
But find consolation when writing rhyme
Maybe no one will read and then admire
Alright by me for I am lost to time.
Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2023
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