Poet Poem by Valsa George

Wielding a tool, mighty and spiky
Mightier than either the sword or rod
He reigns monarch in Fancy's domain
Sketching life in fanciful color and mode

Which with pain and strife fraught
Or bright with gaiety and grace
In finer yarn than the gossamer thread
On the fabric of words in befitting verse

He steals away from the noisy crowd
Into the stillness of the cloistered cell
To dwell with Fancy's mystic charms
Weaving downy dreams at will

He recounts forgotten tales of yore
Of bloody battles won and lost,
Of lovers united, amour defiled,
Conjuring memories from abysmal past

He hearkens to the moans of lovelorn souls
And sings of beauty in ditties fine
Triggering sparks into flames grow
In umpteen hearts that pine and whine

Babbling with the brook rushing swift,
Racing with the deer loping past,
He wanders into mysterious woods
Where flowers, their richest odors cast

His ears intent on the song of birds
That comes floating from the far off groves
And the whir of cicadas on the bark of trees
Breaking the calm of twilight eves

Alone he saunters the stretching strands,
Watching virulent breakers in fury heave
Often his heart dancing with the tide
And swinging with the rhythm of rising wave

He feasts on the gleam of the auburn sun
And the speckled blue of the infinite skies
Watching the day dying in flame
And the night in a diadem of stars vies

All that's lovely meets his eyes
And communes to him in profuse delight
Which he turns into rhyme and rhythm
For the whole of mankind to devour and digest

From his harp flow symphonies sweet
Songs of longing, love and lust
Of idyllic happiness, peace and bliss,
Fueling hearts with vigorous zest

Though outlawed by the great sage of Greece,
Branding the bard, aberrant and a fool
Oft beneath the facade of his wayward thoughts,
Lie heaps of wisdom for the discerning soul