MASTERFUL MIND
People call me a masterful mind
and say my poetry is an art.
I look around and wonder
where the painting is.
(Did I, perchance, miss it?)
They tell me I have a gift -
but, I'll admit,
I don't believe it.
Gifts are those bought and sold
or
born to those
destined for greatness, remembered
in books
for
the coming ages.
I'm no Shakespeare,
no Dickinson
or Poe.
I don't write of young love's tragedy
or how I am Nobody.
Not even The Raven has yet to visit me.
Maybe I'm a masterful mind;
indeed, I think I can think quite well! -
but to say my poetry is an art,
a talent with which I am blessed,
means
you've never seen beauty as it truly is.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
