“Why doth thy finger tremble so,
O Poet, what hast thou done?
Why doth thy finger tremble so,
O Poet, what hast thou done?“
“I’ve journeyed through three human hearts
And written what I saw
I’ve voyaged into hidden parts
Unknown to me before!”
“But human hearts are fragile strung,
So why art thou so shocked?
Said human hearts are fragile strung
Why then dost thou look shocked?”
“The sun is distant, but the heat
It give scarce can be borne…
From farther yet do men’s hearts beat,
More scorching too, their scorn!”
“Wilt thou then walk away from Fate,
O Poet, wilt thou do so?
Wilt thou abandon now thy Fate,
O Poet, to flee thee woe?”
“Atlantis sunk, the Incas died,
The Pharaohs turned to sand,
But poetry outlives time and tide
And Poets will guide the land.”
– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 
Love it. This resonates with sentiments I had just moments ago… Thank you. 🙂
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You’re welcome… and thank you too for stopping by and sharing your feedback.
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OH! absolutely beautiful!
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Thank you!
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It took me back to my favorite poets–John Dunne, Edgar Allen Poe, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and Shakespeare (in no particular order).
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I’m glad you like it 🙂
And thanks for stopping by…
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Reblogged this on The Arkside of Thought by Sahm King and commented:
Wow, my friends, check this piece out! This is pretty awesome!
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Incredible.
May I reblog this piece?
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Thank you!
O yes, please do…
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🙂 Thank you! 🙂
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