wordsmith

Wordsmith

When writing, shall we dare call it poetry
I, because of my lack of academic learning
cannot seek inspiration in the classics,
except for the god Sisyphus, who
I find it funny, realising I am laughing at myself.
The lacuna between me and poetry, I have
tried to fill with words, one day I can build
a park for lovers,
At my relatively old age, which is no more
Then, a blinking star, I have read hundreds
of books that have been stuck in my mind.
A few writers' names are remembered,
most of the American writers, sprinkled
by Norwegian and Russian authors.
When writing, I draw from this well
What I need to cobble together the wisdom
which is everlasting, because I'm  bringing
forward what has been said before me.
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