ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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poet is the poor artistpoet is the poor artist of this date and time: it only costs some pen and ink to make a little rhyme and what does it cost to think? or compose a line? upon the page, lain bare, alone poet is the poor artist of our time the painter needs his pigment and easel thats not cheap the violist needs his horsehair and gut to make a peep the architect needs his CAD the stonemason his stone all of which is so much more than poet could ever own there was a time when words were dear and princes had poets at every ear but now the word is free to roam it don’t need poet to find a home but poet needs word its all he’s got: no word, no food, - the poet’s lot Accidentals (2008) |
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