Gershon Wolf Poet Narrative

To Blaze New Trails

My desire's on fire, a new poem to sire
  This burning within now churning, newly yearning
To write lines which will excite, yea, may ignite
  My readership, to blaze new trails of leadership...

Pages crumbled, pen abandoned, the hour now weary
  My mind aches; my eyes no more willing, just bleary
Steal I soft to sleep, my heart fresh wounded, revealed
  ~ Tears dry on the pillow, this episode sealed...

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Caren Krutsinger June 4, 2019 at 9:54 PM Your teacher self has thrown itself onto the page here, Gershon. "To write lines which will excite, yea, may ignite My readership, to blaze new trails of leadership..." I wanted to point out that this is true of all teachers, and we are all teachers, for we are poets, are we not? Gershon Wolf June 4, 2019 at 10:10 PM I think that you have touched on a very salient point here, one that applies to both of us: Our teacher and poet personas have merged. They, and we, are one. Great insight, Caren! Thanks! :) gw

M. L. Kiser May 30, 2019 at 3:54 PM Sometimes a person just has to read a few poems; your poetry never fails to take me down a new and adventurous trail. Gershon Wolf May 31, 2019 at 4:19 PM Oh, I'm so happy to hear this. May I wish you Happy Trails always/! Much appreciated, Gershon

Jennifer Proxenos May 29, 2019 at 10:27 AM I was up very late last night with soup, typing notes and ideas for new poems and up early to go to my Yoga lesson, so tonight after we have dined/supped and wined, i'm off to my welcome pillow and bed! Hugs, Jennifer. Gershon Wolf May 31, 2019 at 4:18 PM Sometimes the Muse just has to wait! --esp. when wine is the wait-er! Pleasant dreams!! ~ gw

Kurt Ravidas May 28, 2019 at 6:03 PM Poetry is the fiercest enemy of a sleep. My pillow won't dry from tears. Nicely done, insomniac) Gershon Wolf May 28, 2019 at 7:03 PM Your comments are spot on, my friend... No doubt my writing poetry has added to my insomnia. Really bright of me (in the NOT sense). :) gw

Ilene Bauer May 28, 2019 at 4:34 PM this poem should have helped you to sleep very well, gershon! Gershon Wolf May 28, 2019 at 5:02 PM You'd think it would have (aided sleep)!! LOL. Pleasant dreams to you, Ilene! :) gw

Panagiota Romios May 28, 2019 at 12:57 AM Oy, do I know this feeling. Many here can relate..am sure. Goid night, Panagiota Gershon Wolf May 28, 2019 at 11:22 AM As with too many endeavors (for me) these days: The Spirit is Willing, but the Flesh is Weak! LOL. The truth hurts... At any rate, hope you slept well...(not like how I sleep/don't sleep). Best wishes, Gershon