Poet

Vast and varied, ink-persuasion

Vexed by nothing but a thought

Intangible rush of passion

Spilling bravely into jot

Artist not of tinted pigment

Where a thousand word-scapes waft

Pen and parchment the lone canvas

To portray oceans of thought

Hurricane held in a levee

Moaning, groaning intercourse

Not of common causes, fleshly

But of soul and spirit force

Fusion of desire and duty

Trembles, tracing every line

Until we can feel the Beauty

That at last word can define

 Breathless capsheaf; awe and hunger

Apex of coveted release

Pinnacle of pen and paper

As the poet finds his peace

© Janet Martin

I just listened to this poem featured on Your Daily Poem

and I realized, whether house-wife or cowboy, theologian or wanderer, poets share a common hunger to paint passion in word.