Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Night
I am the poet
I am the Square Corner
On a dark night, the air too cold; I'll lend you a bright light
Maybe, maybe it'll warm your soul, see you through the blackness
I'll lend you all I can,
leave behind that past, leave far that old, old world
This sameness as new, it scares me, too
I am the Poet,
I am the Square Corner who will struggle for you against the night


Mary said...

Excellent....a powerful piece! (And thank you for visiting my blog too.)

Linda Rogacki said...

Very pwerful as Mary said. I love it.

Jingle said...


Jingle said...


welcome to Poets Rally week 30,
let me know if you have a poem ready,
do nothing otherwise.
Thanks for the support.