Poet's Passion
One view on the passions which animate a poet
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I like to think that it’s not true:
There’s nothing new under the sun.
But even if there is no new
There’s so much old that needs be done.
The words we use to tell the tales
The same old same that we endure,
Expressed in rich and fine details
The poet’s role is quite secure.
No limit to the mix of sounds
Whatever time or culture used
Ideas and words and thoughts abound
Our fears assuaged and hopes abused.
Fears also calmed by love’s sweet gifts
And hopes are freed from power’s lust.
The poet’s anger’s rage is swift,
The poet’s songs of truth ring just.
Though poetry can wound or curse,
As art it also heals and binds.
The poet’s passions well-rehearsed,
Still filling souls and feeding minds.
We tell our truths as conscience seeks
And scribble words that sometimes rhyme
As life rolls on from troughs to peaks,
We chroniclers of lives’ brief time.
By Russell Willis
From: United States
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