Noelle Kocot

(1969 / New York)

On Being An Artist - Poem by Noelle Kocot

Saturn seems habitual,
The way it rages in the sky
When we're not looking.
On this note, the trees still sing
To me, and I long for this
Mottled world. Patterns
Of the lamplight on this leather,
The sun, listening.
My brother, my sister,
I was born to tell you certain
Things, even if no one
Really listens. Give it back
To me, as the bird takes up
The whole sky, ruined with
Nightfall. If I can remember
The words in the storm,
I will be well enough to sit
Here with you a little while.


Comments about On Being An Artist by Noelle Kocot

  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (5/16/2014 8:52:00 AM)


    Hello poet Noelle. A very nice poem and thought provoking as well. Loyd (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 16, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, May 16, 2014


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