I Am a Poet

I am a poet.

My hands shake in ecstasy

upon the sight of

pens and blank sheets scattered

about carelessly on my desk.

 

I am a poet.

My forehead in its wrinkled

state impress wealth

of reflection, inspired by

the magnificence of nature.

 

I am a poet.

My blood streams passion in

every heartbeat;

words flow in my thoughts like a

river finding its way to the sea.

 

I am a poet.

My adrenaline rush through

raptured veins as my

senses amuse themselves with

the lavish colors of my hurt.

 

I am a poet.

My creative archetype

groove with festive thumps

as silence bounce about in

rhythmic union with my laughter.

 

I am a poet…

by virtue of who I am

and what I feel as

I seek of an avenue,

I write my life space with faith

and ardor of a craftsman

that indeed I am

a POET.

 

 ©Marjo Josue

A Poet's Call

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