With April being Poetry Month I doff my hat to all the poets in the world. With humble pen in hand and crisp sheets on the desk, I scribble and scrawl the words which beat within my breast.
This wile. This beast.
That gnaws & gnacks
It feeds & feeds
my life’s blood, my dreams
it devours with greed.
Oh, to raise my wings and be away
kiss farewell the fraughtful days
I’d surf the winds, sift through clouds
…and I’d be the rescuer.
Banish loathing! To hell with contempt!
I’d brandish my sword and we’ll all conquer yet.
Rally with me, kindred spirit,
you whose hearts pulsate with dreams.
Rally with me. Let us free our voices–
plummet the depths, soar the heights–
gird our minds, ignite that passion that once aflamed inside.
With steel forged by imagination’s fire, we will defy the basest critics.
Rally with me
and let us create what we were born to create.
Not a moment too late–
Let us raise our battle cry.
A selection of some poems I admire:
“If” by Rudyard Kipling
“Why do I love You, Sir?” by Emily Dickinson
“Echo” by Christina Georgina Rossetti
“Life” by Charlotte Brontë