Natural Born Poet

My heart beats out in iambs bold and strong.
My feet staccato trochees as I walk.
My thoughts compose like lyrics to a song
and words pour forth as free verse when I talk.

From abstract concepts weighing on my mind,
my eyes and ears make concrete metaphors.
I hear life's ancient timepiece slowly grind
and see my boat approach once distant shores.

Sometimes I halt through scansion set askew,
but though I seem enslaved, don't pity me.
The structure of a stanza keeps me true;
the rhyming of a couplet sets me free.

When youth bleeds dry and nothing else sustains,
pure poetry will still run through these veins.









Contest/publish records:
UTSPS 2010, Cat. 36 3rd, cash award
http://apoetinzion.blogspot.com, 1/13/2012