The poet

A poem is but a dream, to write it you must live it

Poem the rider you the night's mare guided by its bit

You must feel its whip and spurs the sting of its lash

The taste of the metal, as on the bit your teeth gnash

Through dark bumpy roads you must run, stumble and fall

Guided by poetic reins, directed by its call

A feather from the wing of Pegasus ink your blood

From hoofprints it does sing, words flow in a flood

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

I love how you compare writing poetry to riding a wild horse.You really have to live every moment to make the words come alive. Simple and powerful. Wonderful write.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and the interpretation it is most appreciated.

[Thomas W Case]

Superb work. Great imagery.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Thomas your words are most valued

[Alira]

Oddly enough, exactly how it feels to be a writer.
Great work, too.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and words of support they are most important to me.