Life I Live As A Poet Poem by Marilyn Lott
Life I Live As A Poet
The life that I have lived as a poet
Has always messed with my head
It doesn't matter if I'm busy
Or lying nearly asleep in my bed.
Thoughts come and thoughts go
So let them go, you might say
But when one is a poet
It simply doesn't work that way.
Like drifting out in outer space
Thoughts go floating by me
Some can go but others, I know
Just simply cannot flee.
So I write them down quickly
And I usually know that soon
There are words that will join them
Until it is like a blown up balloon.
I backspace then I think, I add again
Until it's a poem... I will know it
So, my friend, it is part of my life
My life, for many years, as a poet!
A good poem about writing poems. I think all poets go through that process of catching the right thoughts to begin a poem.
Yes many people can have thoughts, but the poet extracts the effective thoughts, which might be sweet or sad but in a way that almost every one likes. Congratulations for being accepted as poem of the day.
Wonderful and funny poet.How true it is to live as poet writing the words of the Muse.. a ten..
Hey Marilyn congratulations on your poem of the day.. James McLain
I just discovered it today, wish I had seen it yesterday but it is a thrill and an honor. AOL puts my mail in the trash and other places. But makes me happy to be recognized.
Outsting poem! Yes, words appear out or nowhere at ant given time, and soon, others join them quickly....I write my words when I'm driving many times then finish when words join them later. You perfectly penned the process my friend
In outer space! ! To embrace the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is a poem I can perfectly relate to! It's funny how images, experiences, and sometimes random words that join other random words suddenly find themselves forming into a poem. Thanks for sharing Marilyn. Take care.