Poets Creed Poem by Lonnie Hicks

Though I may be tempted
I shall not fall below
to gravities;

dive beneath life's geography
to Depression's
crevice
and ravine.

I shall not sip Dark Sufferings-
Edgar Allen Poe elixirs;
unredemptive dark poetries.

I will not cuddle dread,
or slurp Death's Gruel.
I will stand up to
wily winds.

I will not paper mache
enthusiasms
with gravity fittings
ill placed.

Each day I'm one beacon light
when I can;
the Woodland Sprite some times.

I'll kiss with tulip lips-
pail and shovel lift;
sand box play;

I will finger-paint the open sky-
my heart-purse opened wide;
my secret places revealed.

No dark birds
and Raven wings here.

The oars
on the river Styx
will not be dipped.

This my earthly muse
and Poetic Creed.
My creation is
Hope.
and it 's Progeny:
Creativity.