Poets Dilemma...

Iím drawn from the forge
of truth, red hot and anvil ready.
Iíve chased my heart to the
depths of the oceans
and heard the songs of the denizens.
My heart dictates but my mind rambles.
I seek control but my pen scratches the absurd.
My mind spins and distorts reality.
I become trapped in the bizzare.
Distant stars will fade before
my well of feeling
will run dry. Chains on my
hands, blindness in my eyes
yet I write and see all.
I soar across the heavens
though tethered to the earth.
I walk on hot coals while
singing sweetly. I talk to
the moon and the man talks back.
I sip mint juleps while basking on
the sun. Iíve done all this
and none of this. The poet is
free, a universe of the unknown awaits
Written by anvinvil (Anvillan)
Author's Note
Creativity and control of the absurd.
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