SILENT POET
“ SILENT POET ENCLOSED RHYME “
PEN DANCED ACROSS WAITING PAPER, WORDS FLOWED SMOOTHLY AS FINE WINE
EVERY DETAIL MAGNIFIED, SO CAREFULLY THOUGHT OUT
AS IF HE FOUND A SECRET, THE WORLD COULD NOT LIVE WITHOUT
LIKE A SCRIPTURE CARVED IN SOLID STONE, UNTIL THE END OF TIME
HE SPENT ALL HIS TIME WRITING ALONE, HARDLY HAD A FRIEND
THE DAYS WERE ALL THE SAME, HE RARELY SAW THE SUN
WHEN A POEM WAS FINISHED, ANOTHER JUST BEGUN
TALKED ONLY TO HIMSELF, IN WEIGHTED WORDS HE COULD DEPEND
YEARS FLEW BY TOO QUICKLY, HIS WORK STACKED ON A SHELF
FATE GREETED HIM WITH DIGNITY, A WARMING IN HIS CHEST
A SMILE FOUND HIS WRINKLED FACE, HE HAD GIVEN LIFE HIS BEST
A LIFETIME WORTH OF WORDS, NEVER READ BY ANYONE ELSE
HE PONDEREDED FOR A MOMENT, LAYED DOWN HIS TRUSTY PEN
STARING AT THE NOTEBOOK, FEELING ITS LAST WORD
LIKE SO MANY OTHERS, NEVER TO BE HEARD
HE WOULDN’T NEED IT ANYMORE, HE’D NEVER WRITE AGAIN
Copyright © Bill Kapac | Year Posted 2019
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