NaPoWriMo Poem Day 23 ~~~ Tortured Poet

Tortured Poet

Alliteration, ballads, stanzas
all parts of poems and such
The poet sits, reflects, pouts
his heart so full of doubt

Faraway lands beckon him,
romance, rhymes, verses, tankas
he needs to roam, to experience
how can he write what he knows nought about?

Travelling around the world
to bask in old cultures, rites, history
an ode, limerick, narrative or two
practising his pastoral oratory

Ireland, Japan, Australia are places he goes
years it took, while he wrote his prose
Older he grew, wiser no doubt
walking ancient trails, up hill, around

Rain or shine, elephant rides, camels too
Netherlands, France, even Spain
He wrote, wrote, wrote and never complained
Terza Rima, rhyme royal, his own refrains

His tortured soul grew quiet one day
Home called to him, he headed that way
A head full of poems, heart at rest
He now knew he could give lyrics his best

This poem is also for the Daily Post challenge; Tell us about the top five places you’ve always wanted to visit.

Inside my poem is the top 5 places I’ve always wanted to visit. I’m sure it will be easy to spot them.  Thank you for reading! Comments always welcome. 

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14 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo Poem Day 23 ~~~ Tortured Poet

  1. It’s like you’re in my head! I’m often pouting at the computer screen (OK maybe not pouting but engrossed and people often comment on that). Pastoral oratory is a unique phrase but one I like very much. I feel like I am travelling with him on the journey too. Another fun piece.

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