Dec 2016
Poets 'bottom out' become bottom feeders
somewhere in murky depths feeling their way along
almost blinded from dipping their eyes into too much surface beauty
now they only glimpse, small flashes, of what used to be so abundantly free for the taking, caught in a storm of mediocrity, unable to hear the songs of nature, poets stop believing in their craft, disappearing into the depths of unchartered waters, the place they must travel in order to sing.
somewhere in murky depths feeling their way along
almost blinded from dipping their eyes into too much surface beauty
now they only glimpse, small flashes, of what used to be so abundantly free for the taking, caught in a storm of mediocrity, unable to hear the songs of nature, poets stop believing in their craft, disappearing into the depths of unchartered waters, the place they must travel in order to sing.
