Winning the Dance In Poetry
Winning the Dance in Poetry
Philosophically in thought,with my
hands deep in water,
I do ponder what winning means?
Does it make a dent in the universe,
Or in the entire scheme of things?
Pray tell, from what, gods of Olympus,
do these givers or trophies spring?
My vain and weak attempts at poetry,
Are the children of sheer self-idolatry!
My face becomes crimson red if dare
even think I, a poet be!
Shakespeare stands at my bed.
The Bard, rollicking in uncontrollable
hilarity at me!
Panagiota Romios
4/17/2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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