The Man Hiding Behind the Words.

by Steven Craig

Far from wise

Always a shy one.

Far from the exact and the perfect.

Barely a writer.

Sometimes poet.

Often a traveler.

A ponderer of the witchcraft of emotions.

A beggar for the handout of knowledge.

Indeed, a short lived, brightly burning flame.

A whisper in the evening leaves.

A passing moment that played a song.

Remembered by those that I have touched.

Forgotten by those I stirred.

The last punctuation of a fading echo.

Heard once and then was gone.

But if you ever danced in my soul

You would nearly drown.


Posted on 09/04/2009
Copyright © 2020 Steven Craig

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/04/09 at 07:48 PM

... excellent... I couldn't rate it high enough!!!

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