The Flames Of Creation
Altho my words are far too simple to emulate a masters
I will attempt his styling
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Deep within the soul a fire glows
Like hot passion on cold night
It's thirst unclenched that can’t be cured
It’s a poet’s urge to write
Buried deep in the heart of every man
Is the marvelous gift of words
But without that fire that burns inside
They never will be heard
Each day that tiny voice calls out
To express it’s needs…it’s pain
All the love it feels for everyman
And it’s need to cry or blame
Like a heat that scars the poor soul burns
With this need it can’t control
Those flames rise up till he finds a pen
To scribble down his soul
Neither dark of night or blaze of day
Can predict the awesome flow
For when paper meets the poet’s pen
The words have room to grow
Up a strong and delicate ladder
They will surge to meet the stars
Then rebound across the universe
These poets words of ours
It will bring us laughter, love and tears
All emotions lead us through
When that sacred fire in the poet’s soul
Finally does break through
Simply paying due respect to Alfred Lord Tennyson
By jollynoblefrog
© 2011 jollynoblefrog
(All rights reserved)
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