Who knows
what’s in the mind of a poet,
when they write...
Is it
agony stitched
on the inside collar
of every word?
Sadness,
clicked, like
dust-eyes fleeing,
on the last wind-train
leaving?
Joy?
There’s joy...
when the last letter
falls, like
the final drop
from a roiling storm.
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)
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11 comments:
Pat, this is insightful. I particularly like the second stanza: "agony stitched" is a fantastic image.
On the life of a poet....
someone told me last night to "find joy in the joyless"
Two votes for the second stanza; good one Pat!
I feel the mood...
Incredible..Beautiful! I love your style.
Blessings,
Rhi
Thanks everyone! Appreciate you coming by and commenting!
Fantastic read, Pat. Roiling storm - absolutely true and true to heart. One of your best.
I love this poem!
I think agony and happiness. I think poets go through the emotions and pen it down daringly. The happiness comes in the end when the poem turns out the way it suppose to. And then there's joy that's very difficult to describe and few things that can compare to it.
Thanks for the commnets!
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