For Want of a Wordsmith

DylanHubris on Nov 13, 2009

Written around 1996, this is the first in a series of poems about my poetry and my self..hope you like it!

For want of a wordsmith I scribe these lines

Searching for reason in rhythm and rhyme

Baring my soul for all who might see

Cringing in darkness, slowly growing free

Best left to nothing yet burdened with pride

Weathered and worn with the unrelenting tide

Burning in blackness like a waterfall of light

Breathing the day past the coming of night.

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Jake Lore on Nov 13, 2009
Nice work Bret, Hope all is well and that you are still writing on occasion, take care, jake
Jeff Free on Feb 15, 2010
Dylan, explain to me the seemingly extra poem in bold type….is that yours as well?

BTW, the first words in regular type were excellent.

Hi there!