We Poets Pursue Perfection
We poets pursue perfection
As tides to distant shores, naturally inclined
To follow one’s instincts,
Nothing less and nothing more.
Some of us are driven like hurricane winds
While others, more calmly still;
Like soft breezes on warm summer nights
Addicted to words that fill.
Our hearts and minds with rhythm and rhyme
With thoughts from Venus to Mars;
We poets pursue perfection
No matter how near or far.
We’re all as different as day dreams
In perceptions, ideas and beliefs;
While I write about mountains for climbing high
You write about turning new leafs.
You like free verse I find them a curse
But love you none the less;
For all you say tomorrow today
You’re still pursuing your best.
And though we may not agree, one point with me
Is how you look within.
Poetic thoughts are how we ought
To live each day from beginning to end.
As for this gentle man, he understands
The reason we poets keep going;
Not for the fame or praises we’ll claim
But the truth of our own self-knowing.
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