Do you yearn 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 Walt Whitman singing,
By'the road less travelled 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 your muse now calling?
Grab your pen and follow me;
'Let us then be up and doing'.
Ah! Sweet realm of poetry.
2004
I hear my Muse calling, but she is impish, troublesome and demanding. Hope your's is sweeter. The poem is especially well written, intertwining old and new, with a nice melodic flow.
I like the stanza as we labor with our passion... In the sunlight of our Love... You... our dear Joseph You are never Semi-Literate All the famous poets in the east and west They did not write and read but they Poeted the best poets on earth... Poetry doesn't need language It needs passionate deepest sense... And you have it all All are shinning there Will never vanish You will remain Immortal Like any dear poet Who were poeting before Jesus Christ...! Sylva-MD-Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent, well written and well rhymed.