Zeal of a Poet
"Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which
the grass of indecisiveness does not grow."
~ words of Khalil Gibran
Musings of this poet often run wild
with a zeal burning like a roaring flame.
The idyllic rhymes must be reconciled
to reveal a poem that bears my name.
With a zeal burning like a roaring flame
there is a fever raging in my heart
to reveal a poem that bears my name.
One that views nature as a work of art.
There is a fever raging in my heart
urging me to script without sleep or rest.
One that views nature as a work of art,
Through fervid passions stirring in my breast.
Urging me to script without sleep or rest,
my muse is overbearing and zealous.
Through fervid passions stirring in my breast,
penned words are vines climbing on a trellis.
My muse is overbearing and zealous
With jewels and gems, my lines are adorned
Penned words are vines climbing on a trellis,
even if they are disparaged and scorned.
With jewels and gems, my lines are adorned.
The idyllic rhymes must be reconciled.
Even if they are disparaged and scorned,
musings of this poet often run wild.
~ A Pantoum Posted ~ December 5, 2021 ~
"Z" Contest sponsored by Constance La France
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