PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Whitman and Blake both offer

hope for the wretched

but I am even lower

than those who dwell in

underground of urbane unreality

that murdered thousands last year

and in my hand is held

the pen with clotted ink

unable to scratch

the words of the poem

onto the page. . .

the days of innocence

indeed are gone

but as the tot

is forced from the womb

weaned from Mother’s milk

to solid food—there is still hope

and yet somehow there is

true inspiration to be found

in a rising sun or a view of the sea

breaking waves onto the shore