A Poet’s Journey (a collaboration)
It is writhing, gifting, entrusting me, and quaking,
yet I, within mine, remain still.
Fore, be it told and beneath footless form it’s subversive,
yet, I dance a sure tango, uphill.
I must be sure, so sure not to mind such lone notches and disparity,
as the crevices, you see, they arch to transverse.
Fearing but forging depths- what is migration, we say,
from this hallowed tangle- my rise, my verse.
I flouder, I grant, when I think I hold discovery,
so, I tug at the rein of imprint and plan.
Here my beloved reliance, my precious doubtless tread
is afforded the fair crossing of Pan.
So, even though it does contest and chides me, and outreaches,
I am in love and as love, an apprentice.
A conquest won, no never, but here, a concession, a regard-
I am, with no Poet’s Journey, amiss.
-Mine were stanzas 3,4 out of five. (seen here) Theme: A Poet’s Journey. The full piece can be seen on Hello Poetry.