What makes a poet, and could I ever be one?
My mere words are long fallen wide of their goal
To bespeak the beauty I witness through scroll.
Can I write into your being and beckon
Forth images or emotions, to open
Your mind? Could I glorify, could I extol
The amazing intricacy of the human soul?
Have I words worthy of the human condition?
Could I be a poet? Me, some girl with words?
Could I capture some meaning in dregs, in curds,
That inspire the muse? Can I infuse
Mere letters on a page with artistry,
And evoke emotions expressed, deftly
Weaving my tools to delight and amuse?
Author notes
I just love sonnets
A contest entry
- Catharsis by Sickopath333.
800 points, ended December 23, 2009, 37 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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