Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Poet at Fifty:

Let me write myself

in a corner

and, dare to call it my own:

Its textures were dimpled at birth;

and, the eyes have always had it.

Let whatever wisdom carried

refashion

more stately clothes.

**

Let the Light that shines on all

be ever in my grasp.

**

I praise this day

and my lonely soul

and whatever

its captured;

its worth.

WHB~copyright: 02/12/09.

4 comments:

Nina E J said...

this is very deep, I like th emelancholy you can sense in the poem whilst reading it- thanks for sharing it!

alwayswinner786 said...

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Nice thoughts.
But how can you be lonely with so many friends of yours visiting you everyday?
Wishing you A Very Happy Valentine Day.
Your friend always.

William H. Balzac said...

~~Thank you, for your kind comments.
I'm happy my poems are being read.

Happy Valentine's Day!

`x~William.

Gabriel Gadfly said...

I really enjoyed this piece.