David Mchattie Poet Rhyme

Sorry For Wasting Your Time

My friends and family wonder thusly
On these hours lost to idle rhyme
Where such tales and thoughts expressed
Seem an affront on precious time.

My desire to fixate on every word
To produce a work they'll never read
Is a joy of love they will never know
On what this poet feeds.

So I slog away at the words of old
To give voice to Nature's faults
And if my muse should be so inclined,
A sly poem may result.

But their interests lie in happenstance
And the boisterous views that others take.
My frivolous words are a sad refrain
Compared to what they fully slake.

But in the years ahead... when my dust
Lies cold and still beneath the dappled grass.
I may live on by the reading of a single verse
And with that... my own mortality surpass.

                   The End

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Linda Alice Fowler November 2, 2020 at 4:30 PM Should my heirs ever read my works, they may remember the "idle" hours spent at the computer, and still wonder why. LOL Well-written and thought David. smiles :) Linda

Richard Lamoureux June 4, 2020 at 7:37 AM Yes, it is a strange compulsion. Ah to have lived during the time when poets were revered! David Mchattie June 4, 2020 at 8:59 PM Those days are past my friend. The poets of today produce youtube videos. Such is the state of things. Kind of sad. Have a great day.

Arturo Michael May 31, 2020 at 8:13 AM You have a wonderful talent with words...direct it...Enjoyed the read... David Mchattie June 1, 2020 at 10:08 PM Thanks Arturo. I don't have your romantic flair but try and stick to what I do best. Have a great day.

Gershon Wolf May 26, 2020 at 10:09 PM That last stanza is the poet's salvation, sure... But -- eternal question -- is it really worth anything? As if, we're writing for unborn generations?! … Great substance raised here, David, if not hackles! Cheers, Gershon David Mchattie May 26, 2020 at 10:25 PM I like to think my great great great grandchildren will stumble on my poetry and for a brief moment, think of me. That's kind of a rush. As for the question, 'Is it worth anything?' Hard to say. Have a great day.

Panagiota Romios May 26, 2020 at 4:36 PM Wonderful David,,I wrote a poem similar to this lately.. forgot the name. People prefer to stash toilet paper to poetry. They will sanize every inch of their house, every doorknob rather than read our poetry. Their loss Keep writing...never quit. Panagiota xx Panagiota Romios June 22, 2020 at 9:48 AM David... I finally read Adam's Curse! I was even able to listen to it at Poem Hunter.com. So true..one sentence can be done and redone. Thanks My friend...really loved it,. Panagiota xx David Mchattie May 26, 2020 at 10:43 PM There is a poem by Yeats called 'Adam's Curse.' He talks about how people do not understand the work that goes into a poem. "Be thought an idler by the noisy set.' Always liked that poem. Have a great day my friend.