Poetic Words From Afar


A man who was a poet

sat upon a river bank

and thought how he was an outcast

so lonely without a friend nearby

just the soothing sound of the river flowing

and ducks and gulls bobbing on the ripples

he began a poem about the sight before him

his words were picked up by the wind

they were carried far and wide

another man who was a poet

sat on his front porch

he was enjoying the sunset

thinking of writing a poem

he strained his ears

to hear his muses sing

he was tired of his neighbors

who fought all of the time

this moment of peace surely wouldn’t last

then words drifted into his ears

they were sad, lonely but definitely poetic

and he took them to mind

now the poem started to unravel

I sit by the river all alone and despondent

admiring the reflection of the sunset

in the flowing river

so lovely it is

that it gives me new hope

these words and inspiration from the muses

in a way brought them together

though there were many miles between them

they had begun a poem that worked together well

and there was a sound like the tinkling of a bell

in the crystal clear air

as the muses began to sing

the poets continued to be inspired

and the wind picked up their words once more

and blew them into every poetic heart


About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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