The Poet Writes
The poet writes
Inspiration to remember
But also to forget
Euphoria and heartbreak tempered
Thoughts forming in rhythm
Her silent pen a river
Displaying the music of her voice
As an unguarded pretense withers
A naked vulnerability
Where weakness and strength
Face the final battle
Courageous subtlety at length
The only rules
No rules at all
An organized chaos
Leaving scholars appalled
Grant me time
To steal away
For not to write
Is a poets grave
Trapped beneath the pulls of life
This yearning for solitude demands
Oh weary garden that longs to thrive
Till up my soil to withstand
The poet writes in ever-changing style
Dependent upon the mood
Bearing witness this isolation
Where even loved ones intrude
Slow the tempo
Calm my cadence
As the mystery of language unfolds
It's essential diversionary fragrance ... Upon my soul
Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2013
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