I am a Poet

Would you gaze in haze?

as the blood boils deep in my veins

Appreciate or hate

as I draw my words

on my sensitized pad

Would you believe or ignore

as I say undoubted

I am a poet

 

Like a tree

I am the leaves of poetry

Hitched on with passion

and love

 

In my mind

In my soul

In my heart

I am a poet

 

Saint of imperative words

and persistent rhythms

that comes and goes

to soothe frozen life

 

Reviews

[Whiskurz]

I really like the way you write.....Whisk

[Marie]

No one, reading this, could doubt that you are a poet.