The Solitary Life Of The Poet
Mine is a
solitary existence living my life and thinking my mind.
I see a
scene or meet a person and my poem is born,
a work of
truth and angst cast upon paper.
A dozen a
week, a hundred a year my poems run amok,
being
published here and there
braving
rejection slips and uplifting my pride.
It’s a
solitary existence, my life as a poet.
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