The True Poets.

Such learn'ed words

to grace the page,

sing from their pen

and there engage.

Well schooled hand;

Deft of mind.

Clever lines and

haunting rhymes.

Knowledge, of

a greater world,

allow all thoughts

a life unfurled.

How dare I

with them, converse

when small my pen

and bland my verse.

What mockery

should I possess,

to think myself

a poetess.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this about W.H.Davies, Wordsworth and Dylan, and the more ' traditional ' poets of several  decades ago.

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Never fear, the ink in your

Never fear, the ink in your quill pens a fine line'


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Thank you, you are very kind.

Thank you, you are very kind. It's difficult to judge one's own work.