dusk arising

so once

so, once
a poet lived here
so somebody said
none were quite sure
whether he was any good or not
but somewhere inside the poet
there must have been a slumbering beast
who would have it's word read,
would have it's heart known.
I wonder now
was that slumbering beast worth reading?
And did it depart for good -
or for bad for that matter.

 

Are those the clanking of chains
surrounding the beast which I distantly hear?

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2022 06:54
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  • Neville


    I think there is more to this than meets the eye .. not one of my most favourite of DA's posts, but I imagine he felt so much better for the posting of it .. Neville

  • Goldfinch60

    That poet is still there and will show it head soon when he shakes off the chains.

    Andy

  • sorenbarrett

    Loose the chains, loose the beast, there is beauty in that beast. Do I sense doubt, fear not.

  • SureshG

    You exposed me, and I thought I could stay hidden in the back alleys of poetry.

  • sorenbarrett

    We all question ourselves at times and it is how we respond to these questions that shapes our future. Cast off the chains and fight the beast.

  • Bella Shepard

    The mind is filled with so many doors, just waiting for the right key. When and how always seems a mystery. But often, when least expected, the portal opens to reveal thoughts that were just waiting for the right time to show themselves. We may never know the triggers, but they are there. Such a wonderfully, contemplative write dear friend.



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