Peek Into Poetic Passion (part two)

 

Peek into Poetic Passion (part two) 

(part one here)

This poem in reply to justified queries; 

How many poems (about August or Autumn) can one write?!

Just like the painter's tray...

Holds pictures to no end...

Just like the Painter’s Tray 

Holds pictures to no end 

The palette of the alphabet 

Is the poet’s best friend 

So many ways to spill 

Quill-colour into art 

Ten-thousand sheets cannot deplete 

The spectrum of the heart 

Thus seasons cannot drain 

Potentiality 

Where all of life is running rife 

With unpenned poetry 

Modern-day pioneers 

And trail-blazers of Time 

The poet’s Must kicks up star-dust 

On stilts of lilt and rhyme 

Thank God, He made no end 

To the extent of ways 

The poet’s heart can unearth art 

From ordinary days 

Thank God, so good and kind

He authors dawn, unscathed

Like a fresh page beneath the wage

Of scribbles, mercy-bathed

 

As long as earth remains 

Seedtime and harvest burst 

Through daybreak’s door with seas that pour 

To unrequited Thirst 

And nothing short of death 

Can quell the poet’s charge 

To softly snare from lofts of air 

Poetry, still at large 

© Janet Martin