The poet has a way with words;
he rounds them up like farmer’s herds.
Arranges them upon the page
in measured lines, so he can gauge
their metre, rhythm, pace and rhyme.
Perfectionist; he takes his time,
but secretly, and this is true:
puts pen to page to play with you,
to gently tug upon the strings
of your poor heart until it sings
a song so sweet, it will inspire,
like Orpheus upon his lyre!
This poet’s pleasing 'poem ploy'
puffs up his heart with pride and joy!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2021 09:35
- Comment from author about the poem: my little sonnet
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
That is exactly what we all are trying to do, Kevin. Well said.
A 'little' sonnet with an incisive analysis of an aspiring poet's ways and means.
Not 'little' at all, the subject as realised by you.
Dave
So true Kevin.
Andy
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