i must

i must

‘tis a strange mixing that makes a poet

a brewing

stewing

of the unseen

with that which may be to some

evident

to another

unnoticed

yet it stirs within us

temperatures elevating

begging for a liberating

an expectorating

in to verse

a blessing ?

or a curse ?

yes we suffer to speak

tweaking our lines

trying to find

a common mind

among an audience of one

but one

they say a poem

is never done

of this i can attest

for the quest of life

is but one continuing journey

where words serve

a purpose

to relieve the anguish

and share the joys

those evident

as i said before

and those not quite so

i have tried to rest

seeking to alleviate

my needs

but they can only be relieved

when i write

it matters not the time of day

nor night

whether the voice is melodious

or trite

embracing

or fright filled

the words must be spilled

for this fullness i feel

must be let

yes . . . i must

© 24 June 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.