Penniless Poet Poem by michael Smajda

Penniless Poet

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I travel, alone, to far places,
My mind, at times, wishes me to see,
Exotic thoughts my penned hand releases
In verse, prose fashion for posterity.

I am never given an itinerary
Nor even a definite length of stay,
Much less even a guaranteed stipend
For words I've written to this very day.

Wednesday, November 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poets
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 23 January 2020

A poignant bit of verse written with conviction, focused and factual. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.

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Mahtab Bangalee 18 November 2019

Much less even a guaranteed stipend For words I've written to this very day/// beautiful and superb poetic expression

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Leeann Azzopardi 06 November 2019

poetry is vocation. we, poets, will always penniless

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Practicing Poetess 06 November 2019

Michael, this poem is true for so many of us. But oh, the places you've seen! Visited only by those whose imagination knows no bounds. : -)

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Kingsley Egbukole 06 November 2019

" My mind, at times, wishes me to see, Exotic thoughts my penned hand releases In verse, prose fashion for posterity" . The imaginative mind of a poet leads him to write even things beyond his reach. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.

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