You Awaken the Poet

You awaken the poet
trepidation seizes me
if I were to follow
I may scorch my wings
flying to close to the sun

Poetry is only prose
deserving special form
if it were an essay
who is there to hear
the accents of eternity?

The rhyme means little
rhythm is the key
if not for the time,
every measure in place
how would the essential appear?

So it is in living
the yin and yang of it all
if not for give and take
how to see dark from light
how to know birth from death?



© garnet robbie