Poems Pure and Proud

Kevin Michael Bloor

I wish that I could sing as sweet

As gods with wings upon their feet

That I could dance their dervish dance

Spin round and round in mystic trance

 

For maybe then I’d write like Keats

Rhyme deep as Yates, who reads like Yeats

Lay lovely lines like Lakeside Bill

Each one a golden daffodil

 

I wish the sound of skylark’s song

Would make me weep, would let me long

For girl, I'd breathed for, who once broke

My heart, by bitter words she'd spoke

 

For then my rhymes would breathe romance

They’d gleam and glow, and at one glance

My friends would all be wooed and won

Would worship me with their, ‘well done!’

 

I wish my pen would kiss like quill

Of Sappho, then my page I’d fill

With teardrop words from clouds of fire

All beauty-bled from dark desire

 

Then verse composed in naïve youth

I’d passed off as inspired truth

I’d burn, like corpse beneath its shroud

Replace with poems pure and proud!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 30th, 2018 04:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: lines expressing the frustration, I suppose, over the fact that I will never be a great poet
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 20
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  • Frogspoetry

    You already are a great poet.keep it up.

  • w c

    enjoyed it

  • Goldfinch60

    We all strive to be great poets and you are forging well ahead with this poem.



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