Do you want to be a poet?
So do I. Come with me;
We may soar among the masters
On the wings of imagery,
If we weave our mother language
Into strands of poetry.
We may hear a Whitman singing,
By ''the road less traveled on'';
We may hear the verses ringing,
By immortals, who are gone.
We may weave a line eternal.
Oh! I hear the sirens song.
If we seek this road to travel,
We may need a little shove
And some further inspiration
From the powers up above;
As we labor with our passion,
In the sunlight of our love.
I know it won't be easy,
Though the metaphors are free.
Can you hear the muse now calling?
Grab your pen and follow me;
'Let us then be up and doing'
Ah! Sweet realm of poetry.
Doesn't seem to really matter whether I'm a poet or not, for as long as I keep writing and people find merit in what I've written it's all good.. Thank you for sharing. A mere poet, RoseAnn
Another fine poem Joe. One of my old schoolteachers used to use the line, 'be up and doing' - it took me back in an instant.
I know it won't be easy, Though the metaphors are free. Being a poet is sooooo endearing, and yet sometimes complicated. But, yes, I do want to be a poet: I keep trying, and trying, and trying. Well, I’ve got my pen Joseph, and I'm not letting it go; I’ll just keep trying. Very good.
Very good poem. I enjoyed it immensely. Thank you for sharing it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Honest, simple and sincerely felt. You should definitely remove 'semi-literate' from your biography :)