Poetic Jealousy

Rhapsodies of Dickinson, Whitman, Wordsworth  
        and other writers of renown
lift my mind and soul up to the sky
        then bury them in the ground.

With their myriad thoughts of love, life, laughter
        and luscious lines of pain,
releasing me to worlds of wonder
        before pounding me again. 

With words that tease and please the senses
	Of sight, taste and sound
From days long past, yet still they last 
	Eternally profound.

With their sagacious seeds of wisdom
        planting jealousy in my head 
for the words I write by day or night
        are but a meager attempt instead.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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July 30, 2022 at 2:26 AM
The poets you mentioned were great bards and have left us so many lines that we may read over and over, and each time we appreciate something we might've missed before. Terry, your poetry style reminds me of some of theirs, in that your rhymes and cadence while reading is spot on.
Singh Avatar
July 29, 2022 at 7:00 AM
Reading great poets is really a virtue.A great read.
Martin Avatar
July 29, 2022 at 7:41 AM
Thank you for reading and commenting Mr. Singh. I'm glad you could relate to my thoughts about those "Greats" who set the standards we continually strive to achieve. All the best, Terry
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