The Work

It's a good paying job
one quite devoid of monetary reward
or financial remuneration.

It's an important occupation,
an essential branch of the arts,
one that takes third place to the least
or the last.

The poet has to be
a sculptor without marble or clay
a blind painter of visions
that cannot be hung in a gallery
or bought for a penny.

It is a grand and delusional task
poets undertake,
a wild hope that words alone
can move or improve a jot or a tittle.

This 'calling' this willing servitude
to only imaginative insights
has it own rewards

though accolades must be deferred
until the world awakens
or falls deeper into its sleep.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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