The Poet Who Never Was

I thought I was a poet who had a pen of gold With clear access to writing that was mature and bold. I thought I could go roaming beside the foaming sea And watch the seagulls gliding to give a show for free. I thought I was a poet who walked along the beach In awe I stood and wondered, my hand stretched out to reach The silver thread dividing the water from the sky And traced Selena’s features as slowly she went by. I thought I was a poet who knew what joy could be On hearing water roaring cascading down with glee. I looked for inspiration, experienced utmost thrill When climbing down the valley or up the verdant hill. I thought I was a poet in charge of heat and cold But lost my true emotions when I was duped and told I had to reach perfection to please my heart and mind By means of imitation. My soul I left behind. I thought I was a poet who had a pen of gold But now all of a sudden I’m weary, frail and old. I thought I was a poet. My pen is of no use. With teary eyes I whisper to my dejected muse. ------------------------------------------------------------- Contest: First Place Only Sponsor: Laura Loo Placed 1st ~ 18th June 2016 Contest: Any Poem #36 Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Placed 1st ~ 13th March 2016 Contest: Million Dollar Poem Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Placed 1st ~ 13th June 2015 Chosen Poem of the day ~ 8th May 2015