A Poets Lot In Life Poem by Bill Cantrell

Once I was a poet
My mind embraced inspiration,
as she was fond of me

We walked through walls,
looking under pillows of those fast asleep,
for we possessed the key to dreams,
as well as their subconscious wants,
along with their fears
I could not resist bonding,
When dreams would collide with mine,
for I fall in love with kindred spirits

The oceans secrets in the deep,
could not conceive my reach,
for I questioned those swallowed in her anger
Place your ear to a shell, for with the wind,
they will reveal she is bipolar
Life and death, depending on her disposition at hand


Yes, once I was a poet,
searching the heavens and beyond
Questions within questions,
demanding balance and harmony
I walked through the realm of colors,
spending many nights sitting on the rainbow,
watching angels hang their wings to dry on its edge
At this moment, inspiration kissed me,
then vanishing into a mist
As I slid down,
finding myself in a pot,
with golden ink, a note, I will return when
the poet in you returns


Oh, how I wish I were a poet,
for once is not enough
Oh, how sweet the kiss of inspiration