i am just a poet

DeadRose


Notice of absence from DeadRose
Time travelling. Will be around sporadically.

Nonsensical?
No, no, no, my dear—
I am just a poet.

I breathe words,
walk distances unknown,
reach for clouds,
drink the dying embers of the sun.

I carry the earth and the stars,
the bloodshed of man,
a child’s first breath,
the ghosts of warriors long since gone—
the weight of history, pressed to my tongue.

I speak the language of the oppressed,
the blind, the ones who think
too fast for their own good.
I exhale strings of perceived nonsense
and cling to threads of hope,
hope, hope—
for tomorrow,
for the future,
for the self I am yet to become.

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Comments4

  • sorenbarrett

    Wonderful wording and images used to convey the message. So nicely stated a definite fave

  • Poetic Licence

    A beautiful write with wonderful imagery, enjoyed the read

  • Neilton

    What a beautiful poem!! I enjoyed it very much

  • Paul Bell

    Ode to the poet, the wordsmith of hope.



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