Confession of an Allegorical Poet
Haughty, Fickle and often prickly is she
I bow deeply, kiss her hand...find favor
She looses an incoming tide of ideas
I cast my net into her briny blue water
Offer a humble prayer for a fine catch,
What will it be today, a sardine, a whale?
It matters not;
I’m fishing a bottomless sea of creativity
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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