A poet

[Dantay1]

Is it genetic to be so poetic?

The words they spin

The creativity is it hereditary?

 

Can a poet explain pain?

Can he fathom the logic of the insane?

 

Hoping is a poet’s desire

Rationing the irrational is his fire

Words his ammunition

A poet contemplates no competition

 

Visions are what poets see

The days the night s and what’s in between

 

Is a poet romantic or is that getting too dramatic?

Now a poet must be a lover

To his loved one there is no other

 

A poet is a possibility of the arts

So rare are poems it’s hard to start

 

Now its time for a new poet

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Dedicated to Blossom

 

Burhan Warsame (Danty)