Why a Poet #7

There’s so much left that I’ve yet to do

Pick a fight with a mountain

And win it too

Over lofty ideals

And a head lost in clouds

Over the loudest of echoes

And the voice which resounds

I’d love to outrun

The wind on it own wings

Till it gives up the chase

And my name it sings

Then I’d meander

With a river

And go gander

With a goose

Till I’ve laughed at the world

Like I’ve nothing more to lose

I’d have dinner with the devil

And live long enough to tell

I’d dance a charm with an angel

Till someone unrings the bell

I’m no poet

As you can very well see

But I’d someday stir someone

To turn me into poetry.

To read the first six features in the “Why a Poet” series, please click on the links below:

  1. Why a Poet

  2. Why a Poet #2

  3. Why a Poet #3

  4. Why a Poet #4

  5. Why a Poet #5

  6. Why a Poet #6


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