Who Is A Poet

Seeker

I live a life perplexed by a force so wry

A heinous muting wind that smarts my mind

I muse; am I a poet or damned fool to try?

He would arrest my hand as I write the lines

The seething cauldron tips and fills the mold

 

I roam the halls of all the poet gods

In search of the sublime and golden verse

The rooms of secrets holds many facades

I must extract the prize though he lurks

The seething cauldron tips and fills the mold

 

I have no choice at all my die is cast

To scribble verse is my certain kismet

To do so I recall a tortured past

The mocker follows to fulfill his threat

Nevertheless

The seething cauldron tips and fills the mold

  • Author: George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 20th, 2016 12:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: I must make note that the form of this poem follows one of W.B. Yeats poems entitled Long-Legged Fly. His poem is one of my favorites.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 44
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  • christianguild

    Wonderful...wonderful 🙂

    • Seeker

      Thank you so very much. I appreciate your kind words.



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