The Poet

It's not blood that flows in a poet's veins. It's ink!

The Poet

The Poet, as master of creation, sculpts with words from ideation.
A poetic human Lens under Sun
who must concentrate its rays and in bold exquisite ways
tug the Heart and pluck its strings, one by one.

In a foxhole, words of Courage; out in Space, words of Hope,
on a deathbed, poet’s words to feel alive
are the jewels within a chest from the heart and head and breast
of a poet’s driven quest to pen the scribe.

And even when ‘no inspiration’ is the poet’s root frustration
and no wind to make a flag of words unfurl,
Time will tilt the Lens to daylight
bending words to pinpoint insight
and one breath will hurl that scribe across the world.

So embrace the poet’s mission, as you write with proud submission
to this self imposed commission that occurs.
So that when you speak of Beauty, Love and Death, Truth and Duty,
you’ll make Shakespeare smile with tears and lose his words.

Namyh

Reviews

[gram linski]

Great poem, Namyh, I tend to find that some other b*****d muse has writ my poems for me, the pen dictates the hand, and I am genuinely surprised when I read my writing in the cold light of dawn, who the f**k wrote that, then let the poetic juices flow and go,

[Onlyme]

This is spectacular tapestry of spoken and written words that touch the heart, mind and soul. And leave you speechless and in awe. An almighty poem in general.

[Namyh]

That's just the Shakespeare in all of us talking but I'm downright honored for the beautiful words which emanate from his residence in you. If Shakespeare ever demonstrated a smile after reading the above, I would be weakened by the ecstasy. If he demonstrated even that twinge of envy, I would collapse on the spot. But no glory and no reward would be greater than the words of honor from fellow poets right here at the Cafe and from you. It's the Dawn and I can see the light. Thanks D. Namyh

[Ghost writer]

this is so true and so beautiful Namyh, I love how you say things, the tag at the top that ink flows in the veins of writers is a wonderful thought, that I know I have thought before, nice work.

[Namyh]

WeakFreak - When you consider that what runs in an artist's veins is paint to create; in a sculptor's veins is dust from the chiseled stone, it's not too hard to believe that in a poet's veins it's ink on the paper. Each creates best in his or her medium but what's in the blood ignites first. Makes this old scribbler mighty proud you found a little beauty here and liked. Namyh

[Ghost writer]

I think we may all have something a little different running through our veins, you might enjoy my poem the girl of led and paper, its kind of the same idea.