A Poet's Ode To Poets

An Ode to our addiction

We’re different you and me
…We’re obsessed…
no more or less
Our minds embroiled
With words that boil
Not at ease at all unless…

We’re writing down
Each word or sound
That grabs our needy mind
Our brains twirl
in a greedy swirl
Til that perfect phrase
We find…

It’s a torment
It’s a torture
It’s a State of stress ecstatic
It’s idiopathic…
psychopathic
It’s idiosyncratic

But it’s what we are…
It’s who we are…
And we’re different you and me
We’re simple poets
Moved by destiny…
Possessed no more or less
And it’s what we have to be because

…We’re obsessed!!…

Reviews

[Marie]

Yes, it seems that way. Words are not just words...incident are not just incidents...they have to be used...

Check the second line from the end. Is "ore" what you meant?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it's psychopathic...it feels that way at least.

we definitely are simple poets moved by the muse, moved by life...scribes of our times.

nicely expressed...i like the flow of this...and the near rhyme used.