Wednesday, April 18, 2012

SPIRIT OF A POET

with the rising sun
in the dawning of a new day
a poet's work starts

I sit in a dark attic
awaiting the developing light of day
into the late hours of the night
when tears fall from my eyes

this vigil I must hold
and repel wrongdoings
to nod off and sleep

I know the voice will be heard
before the silence of darkness
receive the sounds with grace

whatever words comes to me
I accept with gratitude
a poem's heart in love

5 comments:

nan said...

This is lovely. The second to last stanza is full of hope, faith, and nicely written. It is my favorite, and begs re-reading.

De said...

I love the idea of it as a "vigil," important work we are doing. Nice.

Friko said...

I hope the wait for inspiration is not always as painful as you describe it here.

Jill Zaheer said...

Lovely. Thought provoking and reflective! Thank you.

Not Applicable said...

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