Poet
A poet spends much time alone constructing verse and phrases,
The quality of what they write goes through so many phases.
A MONOKU, a sonnet, a free verse or a rhyme,
They all require effort and take up so much time.
When they put pen to paper deep into the night,
Their thoughts are often muddled with so much they want to write
A drink or two may often help eliviate their plight.
but many fail miserably to bask in any light.
Why do they all become famous after they are dead?
When what they all have written
Should have provided bread.
A poet, often lonely, lost in their own world,
Where comfort is a quilt of many words unfurled.
when fame and death become entwined
A legacy of poetry is what is left behind.
Copyright © Klio Tsitsikroni | Year Posted 2018
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