Life of the Poet
This poet lives in the world but is not part of it,
aware of the trauma but not caught up in it,
free to choose his own world and define it,
free to choose how deep
to plunge into his observations,
able to find an emotion that he feels deeply about,
and find out if it can help him write,
find out how sensitive he could make himself,
free to let his sensitivity control his thoughts,
free to find the words to describe them,
able to let them instill a certain feeling in him,
to let those feelings dictate how he writes
and write down these private thoughts
and show the world what he thinks in his own way
and beautify them with his well chosen words.
Free to alienate himself from industrial demands
and from the masses who glorify rhetoric
and popularity with its pockets full of money
to offer him for his works that satisfy all their needs
except him who would debase himself by accepting it,
but dedicated to keep the faith in himself,
to believe his writings have the credibility
to be admired by his readers and most of all, himself.
From his well-chosen words
he elevates his esteem and hopes that
their esteem will be elevated also.
He lives in poverty, not caring about monetary gains.
He lives in his own world away from the crowd.
He is a loner with his own private thoughts.
His intimate partner is his writing and
God who gave him the resources
to think and find his way into
and through his writing,
that poor lonely man
who lives and dies
only to write down
his own words.
This poem is intended to go between Birth of the Poet and Death of the Poet.
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