A Poet's Salvation by Tracy EllenBreathe just a little easier
See just a little clearer
What they would say were sleazier
often brings truth a little nearer.
I have in my hand a pen
to which I commit this sin
but, oh shit, they say
here she goes again.
Making her waves with words
or vague and muddy symbols,
The needle of truth pricking nerves
hardly protected by an ignorant thimble.
So here I go
doing what I know
I have been compelled to,
Forming a rhythm and dance
with mind and hand
Hoping for an ecstasy of understanding
but settling for that which I can stand.
Damn.
Perfection does exist
but is vexingly unattainable,
to this a poet does resist
though the urge is unrestrainable.
words and words and words
There is no real conclusion
that is only the readers illusion,
There is no end to revelation
and that is the poets salvation.
06/28/2006 Posted on 06/28/2006 Copyright © 2024 Tracy Ellen
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