Poet
I’m a poet I am.
I lurk in pubs taking mental notes
Or wander about on moorland
During thunderstorms
Or sit beside rivers in summertime
Observing ducklings under yon tree
As mellifluous water burbles
On its journey to the sea.
When I am feeling bored
I wield my quill like a sword.
Yes, I’m a poet I am -
Seeking inspiration
Wherever I might find it
See me in the throbbing city
Or in the flattened streets of Gaza
Or in the throes of love
Or drawing images
From the well of memory.
Meticulously, I polish my lines
Occasionally making rhymes.
And when my poems are done
I bury them every one
In secret moorland hollows.
Yes, my precious treasure
Is hidden midst the heather.
Words like these together.
Folk say I seldom show it
But I’m a bona fide poet.
Yes, my precious treasure
Is hidden midst the heather.
Words like these together.
Folk say I seldom show it
But I’m a bona fide poet.
You had fun putting this together. I enjoyed your poem.
ReplyDeleteSorry you did not appear in it Red.
DeleteWe used to say, "I'm a poet, but didn't know it. My feet show it - they're Longfellows"
ReplyDeleteGood to resurrect that wordplay.
DeleteI hope you have a proper poet's shirt like the one in the painting.
ReplyDeleteI have a wardrobe of them. Fire fighters should look like fire fighters and poets should look like poets. I lace my shirts up across the chest.
DeleteGosh what a clever poet, don't you know it!
ReplyDeleteI planted a tree to grow it.
DeleteKnown as The Poet Tree
It was named after me.
Nice!
ReplyDeleteAnd so are you!
DeleteI especially like these lines,
ReplyDelete"As mellifluous water burbles
On its journey to the sea".
I always think of the word "mellifluous" as a term that proper poets should use from time to time.
DeleteHow ... poetical ...
ReplyDeleteI am glad you put the brakes on just then.
DeleteYou are indeed. Clever!
ReplyDeleteGood use of that full stop Janice.
DeleteYou're a poet and a walker,
ReplyDeletea poet with a daughter.
You like to aim at Trump,
we want him in the dump.
You're now spared a longer poem
cos my laptop battery's goin
Why couldn't your new part time job be in poetry Kylie?
DeleteThe Olympics should bring poetry. I like your poem.
ReplyDeleteStanley was correct, most of us wouldn't know a poem if we sat on it.
ReplyDeleteI'm a tad envious. When I was a teenager I tried writing poetry (didn't we all). I wonder if any of it survived in some of the books squirreled away in the loft. I wonder if I want to find it if it is.
ReplyDeleteI feel like "yon" is a word that only ever appears in poems -- and Shakespeare.
ReplyDeleteAfter reading your blog for a while now, smiling at your love for your family and laughing at your sarcastic wit, this poem encompasses your poetic heart through your walks, thoughts, and observations. I hope you're keeping a compilation for your family to have.
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