IIf I have to, then let me be,
If I have to, then let me, as I am ordained to be,
Obsessive observer and recreater,
let me be the poet, or the sincere
scribbler be,
The writer, recorder, the poet
Of the Soul, at the dictum of which
So much to share, speak, pour
like the
tossing waves on the pebbles,
looks as if by
the scheme of God,
they measure the length and breadth of Time,
infusing in us
the philosophy of His Dancing.
let me be the hurrying husssif
peeling the onion
and potatoes,
humming the
poetic lines
that would
go into my line
of personal computer.
Let me flap my poetic wings,
Read into
the warbling notes of
Chickadees and shorebirds
Echoing the rhythms
of shores’
Beat on the
shingles and sands,
Carry my wandering poetic
thirst.
Let me be what I am.
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