The Return (February 2004 – March 2005)
Warning: This poem is full of clichés and abstractions. Do not try this at home.
The poem #10
The Poet
Perhaps you might have seen him before
Out alone on the street
Easing his way among faceless crowds
Touching every alternate lamp-posts
Indifferent to his surroundings
Creating poems in his head
Voices unheard by others
Echoing the craving Muse within
Retreating to his private haven, gladly
Surrenders his sanity in exchange for
Endless poetic verse
The story behind this poem
This is my last poem in “The Return” phase. Actually I don’t want to post this because I wrote it as an exercise in another online poetry forum. By the way, this is an acrostic poem. :)
5 comments:
Hi DP,
quite difficult to write an acrostic poem, right? I find it so.
I can relate to this piece well. That's sometimes me walking around downtown with the weekend crowd and yet still lost in my own thoughts.
Yup dsnake1.
It is indeed not easy but the process is really fun. :)
Hi Liz,
Somtimes those around me thought I am mad. It is so easy to lost in your own thoughts when you are thinking/reading a poem. :)
POETIC VERSE acrostic yes-
It isn't easy to write an acrostic poem that also says more, but you did! I'm often lost in my own thoughts... I'm so zany....~~~~~ @~~~~~ Looking foward to seeing the next version of this if you decide to change it after advice.
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