birth of a poet No2 (revised)

dusk arising

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

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2021 00:43
  • Comment from author about the poem: originally from Dec 2019, slightly revised here
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 27
  • Users favorite of this poem: spilleronsheet, FallenAngel1🕊.
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Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    .....as we all were.

    Andy

  • spilleronsheet

    Many shall resonate
    But I can’t resist to relate more to such fine lines you store

  • Rozina

    Yes that's exactly how it is, from a word or a thought or a sound or a vision....the seed. Beautifully said.

  • Paul Bell

    Just that little seed, and a word become more words and a page is born.

  • jarcher54

    The simplicity of the poem reflects the speaker's purported lack of artifice and expertise. But of course only an expert could have penned this!



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