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Today I Was a Poet

Today I truly was a poet, ay
A human being all unfettered by
The pond’rous weights which hold their dreadful sway
Over most lives — a pilot, cleared to fly

By virtue of a willingly paid price
In meditation, learning and despair
Past obstacles which threaten, in a trice
Now, suddenly and magically — there

Today I threw vain caution to the wind
And lived, and lived and lived — right to the hilt
Without anxiety that I had sinned
Without the crushing burden of false guilt

For I hurt no one — I was only free
To be the poet I was meant to be

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Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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