THE POET. (fOR OL'E)

A POEM ON A POET

He was not one
For the big words
Or the grand gestures
Preferring instead

To keep it plain and simple
And connect with the mind and heart
Of the ordinary person
In the home or street.

He was not one
For the compound lie
Or double-dealing
Or pretend to have feeling

When the touch was cold
He would much rather
Open up the box
Of truth and fact

And lay it out
With the wordsmith’s tool
Upon the page
Of black and white

And with the final dot
End his fine write.

Reviews

[Penlady]

Sounds like maybe another Collett is a poet...hoping , Terry, you may share something of Ole's if he shared...

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Penlady.

[Penlady]

Your newest poem, "Where Are You?" Is a reflective consideration and a wonderful write!

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Penlady.