Part Time Poet

There are parts of a whole and time undivided A poet is more than an inkwell lost in half essence Opposites contradictions and strife for harmony An abundance of minutes and a scribe just the same The nib scratches the surface and yet the fountain Emerges from the bottomless depth of the well When blotches and smudges refused to emerge from the pot He utilizes festering wounds and heart blood Treasures of hope joy and exuberant passion Links dot to dot on canvass of words never lost Fragments remain but he rearranged schedules Measures rhythm rhyme and meters connections Some call him a part time ‘unemployed’ poet ‘It’s just a hobby and foolish distraction’ Others reminded him that muse and artistic endeavour Would not feed his body but he stomachs the pain ‘Irresponsible and insane’ yet one more accusation A dreamer reckless idealist refusing to grow up and get real A scriptorium can never be a half-way house and Tim is A full slate writer whatever the say to diminish his craft 29th June 2019