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The Poet

August 30, 2012
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The poet is an ego
trying to solve the world.
The poet is a sick-body
trying to cure itself with words.

The poet is a soldier
too cowardly for war.
The poet is a soldier
too tired to fight any more.

The poet’s scared of people
and afraid of his reflection;
perhaps because he’s human too
or won’t pass inspection.

The poet is a stranger
and the poet is a traveller.
The poet is a free man
and a prisoner under capture.

The poet is a lost man
trying in verse and trying in vain
to map a way,
to a place that may not exist at all.

 

3 Comments leave one →
  1. September 1, 2012 11:58 pm

    This makes me think of Hemmingway when he wrote that being author was to practice a craft where there is no acknowledged master.

    • September 5, 2012 1:59 pm

      Thank you, for such a wonderful comment and as always, thanks for stopping by.

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