Part Time Poet
Up the tortuous mountain trail
sun-soaked summit unclimbed,
down the meandering valley spine
emerald sparkled plains unreached,
mindless I dragged life disillusioned
as the slothful drudge of trying times.
The sun rose with its splendor unseen,
tracked the tenuous journey of unfeeling
in dust of dream on fragile garden path
to the desolate horizon of dusky despair,
sprinkling hues of hypnotic sunset within,
rainbow waves in sea of emotion surge
and I sail as the part time poet of twilight.
July 4, 2019
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