I AM NOT AN EPOCHAL POET

Musings of a frustrated poet...

I AM NOT AN EPOCHAL  POET

 

I am not an epochal poet

as are those whose writings appear here and there.

I write about my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams

in words I can easily communicate,

and those of you who chance upon these thoughts

clearly understand them too.

I have written since I first learned to write,

not well much of the time,

but in learning, my tenacity grew

into a relentless hunger

to express myself in the written word.

It persisted and continues to this day,

no respite granted, no reprieve from assail.

I rarely remember the words that flow,

save the first stanza of one about first love

and another about the freedom of birds.

My poems, some engaging, some morose

remain silent in literary acclaim,

however, as with this rendering, I cannot stop.

Writing is the air I breathe and my sustenance,

my dream to achieve an audience while I live,

rather than a following post mortem.

These are some of the thoughts I share resolutely

with you, dear reader, should you read them.

I consider your review of my cacography

and, hopefully, your progeny as well,

my ultimate ambition and joy,

even though I am not an epochal poet.

 

 

                      finis…

Author's Note

An experience all poets and writers face, either every day, or at least, too often...