Poet

Sometimes it hurts in a rage

Crystal blue covered in grey

I knew insecure, guilty silence

Everyone's shared secret I was sure I couldn't know.

Something was wrong,

I wasn't right.

There must be something,

Something I don't know.

Whitman, his crisp words

cummins defining what's whole

Plath defined my deities.

Thomas' life on a farm.

Sometimes I mourn for the souls

in tuned, self ovened against the bleeding

soft, tired journeys

running rails into the night.

I've a lifetime of confusion, 

straining like a turtle at the finish line

so long, so far, I'm so tired

trying to see the reality of me.

Patti's future held glittering

sharp crystalline precise visions

of resonations, of chords

vibrating soul that I am. Simple.

Is it the fine tuned mind that pains?

or maybe the isolation we self impose.

no, we don't choose.

We, 

are chosen.

Reviews

[Hi]

I liked this. Poet I think is a good title. It has that "poetic" feel to it for me; the rhythm and structure. The separate stanza's seem to build well. I did not catch every reference, but liked the flow. Thanks.

[Great Aunt Astri]

I loved the simile 'straining like a turtle at the finish line'. I can identify with that!!! I did not understand all your references though

[Mark]

Than you. I've been meaning to re-write this. I have to confess I am not well read, but Whitman, Cummins, Dylan Thomas, Syliva Plath, and Patti Smith had an effect on me. I'd like to say Byron too but though I've read most of his work, I can't for the life of me remember any of them.

[Valentine]

Funny how we wake up one day and find we love the written word and jotting down thoughts and feelings on paper. My mom was a published poet also and she read to me....said I was rhyming at about three. Valentine

[TL Boehm]

Sometimes I mourn for the souls
in tuned, self ovened against the bleeding
soft, tired journeys
running rails into the night.

This reminded me of a song - by Bruce Springsteen called "I'm On Fire"

We don't choose...we are chosen. I agree.

[Mark]

THanks, I am surprised to be compared to as great a poet as The Boss, especially that one... I'm On Fire is my favorite Springsteen song.

[Girl With A Pen]

I loved this poem. The ending really hits you.
" we don't choose.
We,

are chosen."

As an armature writer I feel like I did not choose writing, but was chosen by it. We can not help what we are good at or what we like. Than you for sharing this! Wonderful write

[Mark]

thank you for reading! :)

[paddy d daly]

Maybe we are more compelled
Than chosen, l know l have the
need to write but l would never
call myself a poet,l leave that for
Other's to judge.
Enjoyed the read anyway,,,Poet

[Mark]

Thank you. I have read you and I judge you Poet. :)

[paddy d daly]

I like to judged but only
If it is honest judgment

[Mark]

I never intentionally judge falsely.

[paddy d daly]

Absolutely know that and
Would never believe otherwise
Mark....p

[Mark]

I never intentionally judge falsely.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i feel lucky to be able to wrote words...and i don't feel i have chosen to do this........since i feel more like a conduit...i feel i was chosen to write them...and also chosen to feel them.

we relate to the other poets who came before us because, as plath did say, "our readers want to know from someone who has been there and felt the worst"
maybe the best too....i am especially take with the phrase "self-ovened against the bleeding..."

[Mark]

Thank you jacob!@

[DIVYA]

The Poet is indeed chosen. Chosen to empathise, internalize and analyze. Introspective, the poet never stops doubting himself and feeling the pain of being different. A great poem, a much appreciated read.

[Ruth]

Wow...pleased to have read you today Mark...you always have impact with your thoughts...

[eglantine]

"Plath defined my deities." :)
Good control of the line, structure.