When Poets Question Why They Dare To Write
What more can I say true, what more well, can I write
to give the world and yet not join in its dark plight
to walk a brighter path and thus hold my heart true
sing a welcomed song, one that is soft and so true.
Ah, but such tis the poet's struggle, greatest fight
speak clearly, to write with even greater insight
nay, I hold no special power, no special key
I a writer, seeks to find the poet in me!
I write with hope, hope that such may aid the readers
what are poets but soft beggars and sincere pleaders
protecting bark around the tall, mighty oak tree
the shining truth, in this chaotic, earthly sea.
Ah yes, you have caught me in a poet's spun tale
Question is, does dust or water, spring from my well.
R.J. Lindley,
Sonnet 12/12, (14 verses and 140 words instead of 140 syllables.)
(an exercise in math and poetic imagination)..
Categories:
pleaders, art, creation, humanity, meaningful,
Form: Sonnet
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Hopes and dreams shattered pieces on the ground
Heartache and depression abound
Pleaders call for redemption, in this time of woe and want
Destiny and hope collide with atomic force
Sins natural course
Lost in uncertainty and doubt
Chaos threatens, calamity spread all around
Tribulation and wrath await, this our fate
Categories:
pleaders, social
Form: Free verse