So you have discovered
And
Continue to uncover,
Imagery and metaphor
That only you uniquely
Can share with the world
If however you choose
To silence your pen,
Then the world would be at a loss....
There are among us,
Many scientists,
Who have expressed themselves in verse?
Wonderful poetry and fiction...
It is a known territory
And a very open road
Is the key to poetry,
Its music and dance?
In which the writer partakes,
While articulating what
Their Muse has stirred within them?
Having said thus,
We should never allow ourselves,
To compare
And envy one another,
For we are all unique
And have individual voice
To speak
And such
Springs out and from which we draw from
Our sole duty is to be faithful
To our voice,
Our source and our muse
I wish I had been able to
I wish I had been able to read this poem in the Autumn of 1975, when I had decided (October 13th) to abandon my abortive science fiction attempts and become a poet. This poem would have made me feel less isolated then. And that final stanza deserves to be in any textbook on Poetry. That final stanza is the entire summary of the Poets' duty and privilege. Having been a Freemason, I could wish there was a similar fraternity for Poets: and that last stanza would be required memorization for admission.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
Oh that would be epic, a
Oh that would be epic, a poets' guild of sorts!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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