Notes About The Poem
I hoped to write about the loneliness inside a poets mind when contemplating what to write. This write is sort of meant to be entirly from inside the mind.
Orphaned Poet
No parents, no brothers, no sister, no thing,
He’s alone with no place and no home,
Walking along the path to nowhere,
Abandoned to wander and roam,
Longing for the things the other folks say,
To the words of love they each share,
To the sounds of belonging that eludes his whole life,
Leaving him full of despair,
So, he picks himself up, focuses his mind,
Straightens the shoes on his feet,
Then keeps on his walk from one town to the next,
Walking the line on the street,
And he survives on ideas from his heart every day,
He survives with a strike off the flint,
He survives with the poems he recites in his mind,
Leaving a magic footprint.
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