Poet of the Peaks

Kevin Michael Bloor

I’m the poet of the peaks.
A sad, sarcastic soul who seeks
some solace, in his twilight days
before his hair falls out or greys.

I’m the poet, past his prime,
who’s running out of rhyming time.
I’m fragile as a fractured star,
redundant as a Russian Czar

I’m the poet, some may say,
who long ago had lost his way
midway upon life’s journey, bleak,
without a paddle, up the creek.

I’m the poet, born and bred
for sorrow, so my star sign said.
My critics cast a crueller curse:
that I’ll run out of love-struck verse!

I’m the poet, nonetheless,
at least I’ve style and some finesse.
Maybe too sophistication
and deffo, I’ve determination!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 17th, 2020 06:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: for my beloved critics
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 40
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments5

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good read. Have a Happy Holiday

  • Doggerel Dave

    I know you will keep it going (I hope so, anyway)
    Regards Dave

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Thank you kindly, DD. Hope you have a happy holiday!

    • Robert Southwick Richmond

      I've been on MyPoeticSide just three days. You actually know how to write a poem! And you have a real name. Let's follow each other.

      Including how to format on this WordPress site. You can even evade the middle axis, though it takes work.

      Right now I'm playing with the format.

      • Kevin Michael Bloor

        Thank you, Robert. hope you are enjoying MyPoeticSide. Thank you for taking the time to read my puny little poetic rhymes. Happy Holidays

      • Goldfinch60

        Good words Kevin.

        Andy

      • L. B. Mek

        You're a rare Poet, I'll proudly admit
        as I witness each line of truth, your finger's bleed,
        to serenade aching heart's, you've never met
        and share that solace, you've mined from within...
        what a wonderful melody you've weaved dear Poet,
        thank you for sharing, Happy Holidays

        • Kevin Michael Bloor

          Many thanks LB. Thank you for your generous feedback and for your taking the time to read my truly poor little rhymes. Happy Holidays!



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