A Poet's Ode To Poets Poem by David Whalen

A Poet's Ode To Poets



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We’re different you and me
…We’re obsessed…
no more or less
Our minds embroiled
With words that boil
Not at ease at all unless…

We’re writing down
Each word or sound
That grabs our needy mind
Our brains twirl
in a greedy swirl
Til that perfect phrase
We find…

It’s a torment
It’s a torture
It’s a State of stress ecstatic
It’s idiopathic…
psychopathic
It’s idiosyncratic

But it’s what we are…
It’s who we are…
And we’re different you and me
We’re simple poets
Moved by destiny…
Possessed no more ore less
And it’s what we have to be because

…We’re obsessed! ! …

Monday, June 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: obsession
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David Whalen

David Whalen

Covington Kentucky
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