THE VOICE OF A POET

The poet is a man who feigns,

And feigns so deep, with artful guise,

That he, at length, with ease attains

To feign the pain he truly sighs.

Those who read what he did pen

Perceive, within his plaintive strain,

Not the pains he felt back then,

But a distant, unknown pain.

Thus, around its constant track,

There runs, to keep our minds in part,

The circling, ceaseless clockwork's clack,

Which men have named the human heart.

:: 08.05.2024 ::

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

i keep reading these words and how true a description of a poet this, saying something that has really been fuelled by something else and the reader may or may not interpret the true pain a heart is weeping.
Only a poet is creative enough to paint a scene with a backdrop of hidden meaning ..

[Cherrie Palmer]

At times a whisper soft and low and then the force of a winter’s storm.

[emmajoygreen]

Traditionally set, full of meaning, full of emotion.

[E.P. Robles]

Thank you for your feedback -- its much appreciated!

[Jerry Ables]

These are very good and profound words. I enjoyed the read very much. Richest blessings to you and yours! :)

[E.P. Robles]

It is always nice to receive input from fellow poets -- thank you so kindly!

[Jerry Ables]

You're very welcome! :)