#lifeofapoet
the challenge is to be surefooted
steps soft and light weaving
through the house as it resists
my every move
to stop and kiss innocent cheeks
make sure the bodies are still warm
prepare the same rituals
of hot coffee and cold juice
while the dogs wait patiently
for fresh air, water
they exist only for my care
and hurried touch
this day like any other
you are here as well
asleep in the back room
i know this as certain as i know
the path i need to take
towards my favorite chair
also waiting for me
to take pen to paper
in the near light
in the almost day
the challenge is to create a life story
strangers want to read
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
What is it to be a poet?
Oh, I wish that I knew,
how do I paint the sky in words?
Without calling it blue?
As a poet can see,
what is blind to many eyes.
How they see through the fog,
of a world full of lies.
Oh, to be a poet,
is a blessing in disguise.
How do I write my heart ?
When it's plotting my demise.
A poet's life, is a life filled with pain,
bearing a burden they can't explain,
so they sit alone and write a verse,
and wonder, if poetry is a curse.
Oh I wish to be a poet,
allow my heart to feel it's pain,
to use curse of poetry,
to mend my heart again.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 1:45 PM UTC