Poet’s Work

DSCN4009Poet’s Work

Longing, loss and present pain
are poetry’s best loved conceits –
The poet’s work is to complain.

If beauty flutters through the brain
in a thunder of heartbeats,
longing, loss and present pain

soon tug the fledgling down again,
victories fall into defeats –
the poet’s work is to complain

of years that pass like autumn rain,
untasted love and winding sheets,
of longing, loss and present pain,

the dark vertige, the secret stain,
compulsive act that still repeats.
The poet’s work is to remain

unsatisfied, not to attain
anything that out-competes
longing, loss and present pain.
The poet’s work is to complain.

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