Whispers Of The Poets Quill Poem by Mervyn Graham

In the realm of verse, where words do soar,
Exists a truth, unswayed by lore.
It whispers soft, through poet's quill,
A timeless echo, haunting still.

For you are but your latest rhyme,
Measured not by past sublime.
Each stanza spun, each line unfurled,
Defines the essence of your world.

With ink-stained hands and restless mind,
Poets strive, their souls aligned.
For in each verse, a legacy,
A fleeting glimpse of eternity.

And shadows lurk, with whispered jest,
Reminding all of their transient quest.
For fame and praise, they swiftly pass,
Like fleeting shadows on the glass.

So write, fellow poet, with heart aglow,
Let inspiration freely flow.
For in each word, a truth uncovered,
Inscribed upon the poet's shield.

And though the critics may assail,
And fleeting praise may swiftly pale,
Know this truth, steadfast and true,
Your worth, dear poet, lies in you.

Mervyn Graham (cc 2024)