The Poet

The Poet

A Poem by The Golden Pen

The Poet

by The Golden Pen on June 4.  © Mary Aris, All rights reserved

Like Shakespeare, the Poet writes his poem
With a steady hand round his yellow quill.
Dreaming sensual dreams, his soul yells
Speaking wisdom with bodacious words he fills
blank pages into books-- pen in ink well;

He burns the midnight oil as he writes--
A radical young rebel with new ideas,
Staring out the window his fancy takes flight
Like a dozen butterflies in velvet skies;

His heart skips with each rhyme and rhythm
From his quill as his words glide across the page
His words paint a multi-coloured scene like a prism
Reflecting his heart with the sagaciousness of a sage;

Projecting love, hate, compassion with each stroke
Like a craftsman he knits and weaves his words;
Playing with the ancient language he spoke
Not with tongue but with words to be heard
Not by the ear, but with the eyes;

The author, connives and schemes all day
Knitting his brows he opens up his mind
And listens carefully to the Muses' symphony;
And then inspiration comes like the minnow.


Spinning tales of  love between a man and a woman,
Making love in a small yellow dingy out at sea;
The poet weaves each story with a crafty hand
Into these lacy tapestries he calls Poetry;

Like Shakespeare, taking pen to paper,
The poet sits by the window near his lamp;
And dreams of being a famous author;
His name engraved upon his book like a stamp.




© 2010 The Golden Pen


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The Golden Pen
The Golden Pen

Oxford, United Kingdom



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My name is Mary Aris, A.K.A. The Golden Pen. I am an independent author and poetess. I have published three poetry books through Lulu.com. My books are available to purchase directly through the publi.. more..

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