I'll now pass tales once to me told
By mouths aplenty, new and old
They've sung them now a thousand times
Yet mine ears receive them freshly still
Their ringing lingering inside
Does dare me daily to pay my dues
My soul's incapable alone
So I'll scrawl these psalms in ink for you
And only know that as I go
I simply mediate the words
I heard them full and fate claimed hold
Then life, it ran a pace unheard
I'm bound by blood or chance or grace
By madd'ning judgment I shall face
So hear me now as plain I speak
A messenger offering a peek
Into the mind of one whose life
Has naught but purpose to transmit
Some meaning pulled from natural strife
That dooms some whom cannot be tricked
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Sort-of Sonnets: A Poet in Debt
PoésieA collection of poems inspired by the sonnet scheme, but not confined by it, exploring a story of a messenger (poet) in debt and desperate for options. Who is he indebted to? Only two of the most famous poets in history (who also happen to be dead...
