Charlotte Ballard


A Poet's Heart - Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Who knows what's is in
A poet's heart-it could be
Rainbows and candy apples
Ferris wheels or Topsy Turvys
Enough to make the head
Spin while the heart remains
Untouched.

Yet, mostly, it seems
That poet's dreams are harder
Things that bite and snatch
And dance a Saint Vitus
Even as it dies under a pen.

Don't peek, it's not
Nice. Let the poet
Speak. Let the poet
Dream, and mostly,
By request - Let
The poet scream.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Life would be easier if I did not have the urge to write. Or if I could confine it to the nicer things in life. But in the middle, comes a font of pain that remains from deeper things in my life. These things must be expressed, pinched even like a pimple that needs to be drained - or I think I would go quietly or not so quietly mad. I think every writer is born out of pain and that pressure that pushes the words out.

Comments about A Poet's Heart by Charlotte Ballard

  • Gold Star - 18,301 Points Ramesh Rai (9/28/2014 6:54:00 AM)

    Let the poet
    Speak. Let the poet
    Dream, and mostly,
    By request - Let
    The poet scream.
    Beautiful. love it. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 4,989 Points Walterrean Salley (9/19/2014 8:59:00 PM)

    Yes. Poets are very creative. Let them use their poetic license to be as creative as heaven allows. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, March 11, 2013


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