The true poet does not look for fame or
the true poet is not bound by fads or
fashions, literary stylistics,
The true poet seeks only the beauty in the everyday:
the smallest thing
the largest thing
and the infinitesimal array
of all things in between.
The true poet is grateful for the mutability of life
contrasted with the constancy of the eternal
and the place where these two meet
is where the poet writes.
So if you seek renown, then ask yourself:
Have you lost your poetic compass?
If so, take a few moments to just breathe within the stillness
breathe in the blissful, natural return
(just as the compass needle shifts) to
true poetic North.
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Sharing with Earthweal’s Open Link Weekend, because I also think this poem is in keeping with the weekly challenge theme ‘The Nature of Poetry.’