Poets Contrive
[Poets contrive]
I have nothing to complain for, not even one
I am thankful to all, conceived are, to stun
because my garden blooms, and soul strives
and my ancestors salute from their distant lives
Memories visit me and mostly make me care,
they turn the key of remembrances on my door,
and I accept their oddity of call. So I enroll
a frivolous romantic, in my memories flare.
People claim their life, was a tragedy! My God
what a falsehood to live upon! A baited fishing rod
to catch me in their support of riddance,
I laugh, as there is no mercy in their cold glance
I 've seen poets! Yes, noble, mysterious souls
with words to kiss a remote heart, a boat's tholes,
supporting our rowing oars of efforts. To express
the bliss of a Naiad or curse of an Ogress.
Their face is next to a window, a frown of thinking,
as they watch darkening ends, as dusk is sinking,
our shadows exit to the streets, from boats berths
I care for that verse of still, poets contrive or death?
Copyright ® G. V.04.06.2011 / 27068955
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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