dusk arising

birth of a poet No2 (revised)

disturbed of evening
a troubled mind
calls out for
pen to paper

 

no practiced skill
nor noble art here
finds an easy word
but pain within
cries for release
through finest
crudity
of word
crafted
without curves
allured whilst
tears abated

 

and thence
a seed was sewn...
.           .....a poet born