You waken the poet

POSTED IN contemporary poetry September 4, 2013

You waken the poet


You waken the poet in me,
and trepidation seizes me
for, if I were to follow him
I'd surely scorch my wings
from flying to close to the sun.
 
Poetry is only a prose
deserving of a unique form
for, if this were but an essay
who is there that could hear
these accents of eternity?
 
The rhyme means but little
the rhythm is the center thing
for, if it were not for a time
ev'ry measure in place
how would the essential appear?
 
So it is in living
the yin and the yang of it all
for, if not for give and receive
how to see dark from light
and know our birth from our death?




Garnet Shaw Robbie